Let go for a million memories
Of the crashing tide in the stretching sea
Of the way the eye of a hawk can glare
Or the soft, warm neigh of a mother mare.
Let go of your hopes, and your million dreams
For these forever, un-severed, sweet memories
For the cry of the kite on the desert sands
Or the endless swipe of an empty land.
Let go, or forget all that held you dear
From this glassy reflection of the calm and queer
Of the place you know of, yet don't yet know...
Then let go.