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a message

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Laya at Castlerigg stone circle outside Keswick, England

a message here
so we would imagine
or merely playing at eternity?

a chance to climb
to mime to speak with the past
and breathe a false druidic air

touching cold stones
snapping swiftly disseminated
photos while leaning against monuments

a message lost
too often misinterpreted
when wrapped in selfish longing

say what you will
but our ancestors were not
messaging you or me or any else besides

and that is rightly so
for my heart bathes these stones
in cadences of wishful aspiration

we see not what is
but what we long to be
and that is what binds us to forever

aspiration
longing
hope

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nighean ruadh

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it came as no surprise to me then

and yet i delighted in the sight

of you standing beneath the great tree

still gathering sparkles of sunlight

jealously shielded by the canopy above

 

the sun could not bear to part from you

 

delighted at your gentle touch

along the bark of this ancient weaver

entwining emeralds in the air about you

bobbing lightly through the shadows

wanting only to be close to you

 

the finest jewels suffer at your sight

 

how can i express the joy i felt

seeing you there, your lovely hair

gleefully glancing here waving there

nothing could i even now compare

to the serenity in your face

 

peace itself bows reverently before you

 

that moment belonged to you, m’eudail

mind you the music across the park

the pipes had begun to play and all would say

that the melody so fair was like the song

that flows from your sweet lips

 

music adores thee as well, my love

 

i will always mind that tree in Hyde Park

and how you glowed even in the shadows

for the truth of your very being is such

that no darkness could ever shroud the beauty

of my beloved nighean ruadh*

* “Nighean ruadh” translates as “red-haired lass”.

a life wholly fulfilled

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oh weighty the years
that have borne my body
to once sullen earth
 
so weighty the moments
of desperate mourning
and insatiate madness
 
yet how sweetly now
time my heart engages
paging miraculous tales
 
and how lovingly now
my rising soul entangles
among vines of utmost joy
 
and all because of you
inspired, so deeply desired
wistfully wondrously you
 
singing songs of laughter
chanting hymns of love
pressing patterns peaceful
 
because of you, my love
the sun pirouettes above
the moon languorously lists
 
and i, emancipated at last
embrace the finest fullness
of a life wholly fulfilled