OUTSIDE THE GATE

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FIELDS OF HEATHER

When wanting out, just

can't wait,

Quickly slipping outside

the gate.



In the twinkling of an eye,

Penetrating the northern

sky.



Beautiful flowers every-

where,

A breathe of Spring in the

air.

Shadows filter in the

night,

Silhouettes dancing, in

delight.



On the Isle of Capri, this

is where we long to be.





All is quiet, all is right

In the darkness, of the

night.



You reach for me, I want

you still,

We have found Euthopiaville,


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Starward's picture

Forgive my question, arising out of a random browse that brought me to this poem. What/where is Euthopiaville, and is the reference to Capri fictive or realistic? I am very curious how this poem was constructed.


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