Song From The End Of The World

<br>Here is the smell of seafood pie<br>a broken tower on the open sky<br>a chain of islands rolling west<br>in sight of the house where we are guests<br><br>A rambling old river twists through the fields<br>ancient names imprinted on shields<br>Gifts arrive for a baby girl<br>born a queen at the end of the world<br><br>Furious music from an open door<br>The sound of feet beating on a stone floor<br>Always the wind, always the form<br>of an Elder God, hooved and horned<br><br>The head of the mountain lost in a cloud<br>a country woman, soft and proud<br>Into the bay the horses swirl<br>for we come to the sea at the end of the world