In early days of Xanadu
when we were young and evergreen
and I was me and you were you—
the world lay bare for our review
encased in nights of velveteen
in early days of Xanadu...
The most mundane was seen anew,
and nothing ever felt routine
when I was me, and you were you.
Who could conceive you’d bid adieu
while thwarting enemies unseen
…thus came the fall of Xanaudu.
And all those dragons that we slew,
were they real or just a dream...
when I was me, and you were you.
Let us conspire to rendezvous
inside the realm of in-between
outside the gates of Xanadu,
where I am me, and you are you.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
Xanadu is defined as a place of great beauty, luxury, and contentment. See also: Shangri-La, Eden, Utopia.
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