Indian Nights

There is a land of dreams untold,
where love for living can unfold.
Creatures sing in mounting fervour;
in one voice they cross the river.

Callings sent down through the ages –
touched by man, and gods, and sages –
come to meet me where I stand
in this distant (phantom?) land.

I wait upon the mountaintop
to hear the furthest waterdrop.
And with that, then, I somehow knew:
one day I will see you here, too.

They’ll call your voice, and see us meet!
They’ll clap, and cheer, and stamp their feet!
It’s to this place we all can get;
I think no-one can know it yet.

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