Éire

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Dreams of mist
Shrouded black mountains
Where magic lives
Where time stands still

Ocean scents
Across emeralds
Where faeries play
Where laughter reigns

Endless shores
Bound to wild nature
Where Cú Chulainn of Lugh whispers
Where have you been?

 

 

 

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My Tree

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There was a tree
A long time ago
Where I sat

And I promised
I would return
For just that

Worlds and miles
Gone in between
Now I go

To the beginning
After so long
To sit below

 

 

 

Living On The Surface

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How much was my deposit?
My life a week older
How better off am I?
As I get older

What are the means?
Of living here
When what I give
Causes more fear

I am tired now
Please let me rest
Give a little time now
I will be my best

I finally see now
What it all means
Spending a lifetime
For others means.

Stoic

 

 

Through The Years

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In time all things fall
Insanity softens to understanding
It was not that, ever
Simply a Truth, beyond its time

Embraced, reconciled
Never apart, but finally accepted
Maybe known before its time
I was, am, that I always was

Now to feel more, and think less
Silence is no longer boredom
It never was, yet was unheeded
I am finally enjoying the play
And I applaud

Stoic.

 

I AM

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Across worlds, a blink
Child to man, a breath
A product of what I think

And there is tenderness
Sometimes quite enough
Often falling from the caress

Never leaving, nor arriving
I am here in this moment
I am here, always, loving

I AM

Stoic

A Tree and Me

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A cluttered world
Nothing is finished
Everything begun
Distraction forbids

A tree beckons
A simple thing
Touching, seeing
Two as one

Face to face
Not back against
No distractions
Just a tree and me

Stoic

Autumn Rain

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Her gossamer shroud
Draped so loosely
Droplets fall as tears

The gathering dawn
Will drive away
Traces of dark fears

In reverent silence
The world appears
Never twice the same

Of grayscale hues
To colours unknown
Daylight lays its claim