Dirty Little Secrets

They’re singing songs across the sea
calling Us homeward to the Sídhe
it’s been so long since We were free
to walk the Path so openly

Their music drives away the fear
of going There and leaving Here
look through the Veil, the way is clear
it seems so far, but is so near

They’re singing songs that make me weep
of grasses rich and forests deep
of cattle grazing and lowing sheep
by fires warm, a peaceful sleep

One who waits There patiently
across the white-capped northern sea
sings of the love He has for me
He stirs the bones of memory

I wish to run out with the tide
to join His singing, by His side
and once again to be His bride
but water’s deep and ocean’s wide

They’re singing songs across the sea
calling Us homeward to the Sídhe
stirring the bones of memory
It’s been too long since We were free.

The Owl took flight for heaven without death,
I followed it’s path across the moon,
and for an instant, held my breath,
as feather and wing became at once as gold,
dissolving into star dust, a thousand times more old,

and so in vain I searched the darkened sky
to catch a glimpse of Owl in the stars, and I
still felt the presence of the one I could not see,
for Owl had vanished,
becoming part of me.

water falls
sunlit glare
rainbow mist
in the air
dappled light
velvet green
roaring noise
of the stream
grasses sway
breezes blow
Nature sings
‘Long Ago’
Faeries dance
never wrong
forest lands
Elven song
under hill
over strand
sacred stones
in our Land.

The Muse that whispers in our ear
won’t be silenced ’til we’ve done Her will
in art, music, and poetry, we hear
Her mad whisperings, we hear Her still,
urging and cajoling… demanding
outlet… with heart, hands, and voice
at all hours, quietly commanding,
and we obey Her, there is no choice.

The Muse inspires what we do,
She comes and goes when She pleases,
She embraces him, or me, or you,
with soft OtherWorldly breezes.
We canna help but love Her inspiration
that flows from Source to mortal hearts,
in memory, dream, and imagination,
here but for a moment, ’til She departs.

I lie on the beach in the afternoons,
throwing my sad nets
to the sea, so blue, so blue
it reminds me of your eyes.
my sadness stretches across the water
like the sunbeams, like fire,
my solitude returns to me,
crashing through,
like a shipwreck.
I am the desperate one
screaming into the wind
words without echoes,
love without return.

A cross of mourning
forms between my brows,
you sing, you sing in the wind
your fleeting words,
that wanted to damage me,
crossing the solitude
of dream and silence.
my infinite dream,
love, like an immense wave
transparent and heavy,
lives in your life
unforgotten,
sweetened by your tears,
preserved in salt,
as you lie imprisoned
in my sad nets.

In midsummer
let’s light a fire
on some grassy hilltop,
we’ll set a table
on the stone slab
as our ancestors did
in ages past

let’s dance,
let’s jump through the flames
and fly with the cinders
and move with the smoke
risen from the ashes, like the phoenix,
carried away by our wild souls
in soft beauty,
of music and of wood.