We came from the twilight of memory,
Gently through the throng.
Intent on our destination
Thought there was much to waylay
So long since we climbed the stair
And over the ribbed wooden arch
On to the Island of Wonderment
Neither light of day nor squall of rain
Dimmed the mind’s eye.
As children we crossed the bridge again
From the world to evening magic.
Below the cascade and around the lake,
Up to the tree tops
And through the Gate of Enchantment.
We stand in the Garden of Calm
Before the house of Promise
To see from within. Angela Thackery ~ July 2007