In a vision I at first In Gregory's sable court was cursed Our chosen King would soon be not When parents wept for Camelot.
New melieu, the sun shone there, The year's first breath of Fall's cool air, Lunchtime, jump-rope, tag, four-square.
In line in plaid by southwest stair, The vision on my right I see 'round tartan frock in front of me.
Eyes wide and mind on rapturous things. Are moon and stars the gifts he brings? He gapes in shock upon first seeing Through onyx windows to my being And cranes toward me mesmerized. We stare, no word, no smile, no guise.
The sights and sounds around us fade, Our minds by heaven's power swayed Toward arcane wisdom from of old, Communion of two kindred souls.
