Iona, sweet iona

Island out of time

Your lost child is returning

His shadow close behind

Anger in his breast

Black dog in his mind



I feel like an island of rage

In a vast sea of peace

Like a worm in a cathedral

Like a beggar at a feast

Columba heal my black heart!

Let my nightmare cease



Lace upon the window

Patterns on the sheets

Three ships in the distance

Horsemen in the street

Lord god fit me

To be your hands and feet


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