Distant voices
calling...
Summon visions
of celtic dreams,
From a forgotten
land
Of meade and
mirth,
Alive! through
shades of green.
Druid's breath
of wisdom;
Held thinly
over time,
Evokes memories
spun
With silver
thread;
Tapestries
woven, in my mind.
Ancient myths
and legends,
guarded well
within the walls
Of great castles,
built
where blood
was spilt;
Song and story
fill the halls.
Carolan's harp
plays softly
with melodic,
dulcet tones;
His airs entice
all
" Come forth
and dance;"
Through chambers
made of stone.
Great tables
set before me;
Bonfires blazing
in the field;
The Bard's
verses echoed,
From a distant
age
Of Armor,
sword and shield.
Secrets lie
here....waiting,
Carried high
on ravens wing;
The veil lifted...
To another
world,
From the land
of celtic dreams.
By:
~ Soaring
Spirit ~
"I have
danced beyond the threshold to find forgotten dreams and lands; I rhyme
the stars by moonlight, as visions guide my hand."
~ SS
~
Please note
that this page is dedicated to the memory of The Bard, Turlough O'Carolan,
who's gift of music has brought the world a constant source of pleasure
and inspiration. Please visit his wonderful site here.
