Arthur's Cave (2004)

I have slept many lives in this
Hidden chapel with my knights and
Treasure, this island lost from view.
And waited for your pen’s prow to
Find me: One day it will touch the
Page and pass through, like a sword in
Stone, and the mists will clear ahead.
Three cranes will cross above. You’ll hear
Surf crashing and then sight land, a
Pale beach and a cove of rocks, then,
Deeper in, a door. Do you know
Why you rowed here, or why the door
Creaks loud and groans open to show
What every poet dreaming sings:
An old bell interred which now rings!