High Blue Halls

There’s a kingdom far from the sun and star With never a wind to dree; Where the golden balls of the silence falls In the high blue halls of the sea.

There’s death to change in that kingdom strange, For its days are all the same; Its blue floors blaze in a golden maze Through a purple haze of flame.

Through an emerald sheen dim shapes careen And white limbs trail and quiver; In rose pale fire ’round spear and spire In white desire they shiver.

There’s never a tree for eye to see But ever in ghostly showers Great petals white drift down the night Like a wild delight of flowers.

There’s a kingdom dim ’neath a ghost tree’s limb, That throbs eternally, Life’s furtherest halls where magic calls In the high blue halls of the sea.