lost in the landscapes of my imagination,
i stooped to drink from a dark water
lifting its secrets to my lips,
while the echoes of another time drifted by.
somewhere a raven flies, calling me Home,
someone from a distance, it seems,
dark and unseen, hidden by veils
of ancient forest, the smell of wet leaves.
i know that voice and that scent,
familiar as my own tongue
or the land of my childhood,
and smiling, I stopped, to listen.
Look, we can see the stars,
like the distant past
across the dark sea
voices whispered
beneath the waves
soft eyes did gaze on these
the blue-green sea of Time
circles widen to its shore
silent night has set sail
while the world sleeps
yet the Moon has never seen
such a silent burning light
as your heart on fire
Áine MacDermot
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