not a day goes by when I
in keeping with habit formed
or more formal need succeed
in keeping to a gentle slumber
Lugh himself cannot outdo
my pace, lacing lingering droplets
of sun one to another to blanket
the sky with his burning dawn
there is alluring much to adore
in the heavenly shores that seed
the sky with shimmering stars
at night and ply the morning’s glow
yet in laying my head at last
to rest nested in the softest cushions
or in rising to begin another day
to play this needed role or that
it is neither Lugh’s brilliance
nor even the Night Queen Rhiannon
herself, whose illumined curves
admittedly I do longing admire
but you, beloved, who in innocence
enchant me, enthralling my heart
and spirit rising to sigh and sing
your name again and again and again
it is in sight of your glowing eyes
that Lugh’s morning hues are deepened,
it is with thoughts of your beauty
that Rhiannon’s majesty is restored
Salt Lake City 23 July 2022
George Ellington 