Xanadu

Ido not know you, Xanadu,

Withall your secret mysteries,

Yoursultry siren softly singing,

Strummingon her dulcimer.

 

Steepedin all your grandeur, were you

Meantto be for fools like me?

Standingat your intersect,

Nodirection, no desire.

 

Whowill taste your pleasures now that

Youhave turned to icy stone?

Mustthey strap on spikes of steel

Totrek the tundra you endure?

 

Andwhat of oceans, dark and deep

Beneathyour frozen forestry?

Doyour creatures lurk in stealth

Tobite the hand where once they fed?

 

Timeand trial and so unkind the

Picturesleft to memory.

Ido not know you, Xanadu.

PerhapsI never will.