finally the winds have subsided
the grasses are no longer golden brown
The world is growing in joy!
I can feel my heart burn, the blood of love leaking upon the planks
But it is safe, it is home
It is the lapping shores of the familiar stones
No violent black rock of dreams to stop me from ascending the cliffs
finding solid ground
growing food and making love to the true beauty of it all
And the islands at the edge of the world
Anatolia, the dreams of a new kingdom
One where I was the man I was
Calyps, though kind,
Was a beautiful temptress and had nothing good to say
Just figments and dreams, illusory
She would never make me king.
So here I am friends!
I, your friend
Your crown and solemn head
Please, I ask with faith--
Give me this place to stay.