GIVE ME THE MOUNTAINS OF MAGIC
“Where are we really going? Always home.”
Give me the Mountains of Magic
Where the birds of paradise sing
In a sacramental language
Sweet songs of infinite longing.
Give me the Gardens of Longing
In a visionary world never seen,
Give me the lost Lands of Morning
Where my love is all she has been.
Give me the face of my darling,
Come back to me, back from the dead,
Radiant with joy and thanksgiving
With a rainbow round her head.
Here’s my desire—let it be done!—
Let me walk with my angel soon
Through the golden fields of the sun
Where it’s always, always, High Noon.