(In Celtic myth and legend, The twilight hours are those that belong to the Fairy realms, Where mortals can be taken into
the twilight realms of the Sidhes, A place that time stands still, the moment hushes and the soul lingers to the nightly feasts
of the eternal's. I suppose I take this to apply to our dream world as much as to a factual place.)
upon the wings of night
casts her drift of the fairy tunes
that creep like the fine mists of time
Engulfs the land,
inhabits the realms
where thoughts so gather, flood and flow
Covering the world into her fine blanket
To drift us
all to the world of dreams.
It is here that all possibilities arise
takes flight upon the fancy cries
lightly upon perpetual forms
and lingers in the thick flowered groves
In this world where the fairies dance
old jigs and airs
Swirl the embrace of their twilight realms
Between the mantel of the universe.
It is here upon
their midnight embrace
that the ancient Gods arise and cry
their archaic forms stretch forth
Grasping hold of man's
They summon the strings of the ancient web
whereby all creation stems and flows
Illuminating us to
their ways ever afresh
And placing deep within the will, the form.
Oh! How we arise to the Dawns sweet call
to the finial vestige of the night
We wish to return to that realm of no pain
where sorrow and fears all subside
the pleasure of the sidhe's ways
where life holds its true embrace
and love wings its fluttered call
and draws fast
the human soul
into the desired length of passion's night.
|Westend church- Nashville
Isle of dreams
She comes in visions dancing
where the old roads meet the new
Her gown of silks finest woven
drifts upon the
melody of air
haunting to her sweet form
playing upon the minds soft drift
her erotic dance of life.
How well the moon glimmers within her eyes
she the constellation of paradise
weaves her whispered song of nightingale
the winds vibrant breeze
she fills the nights array of dreams.
The flowers sway here to the chorus
of the enchanted realms of fairy lore
where maidens in ready play
the vibrant chill of the western winds
that sweeps upon the Isle of dreams.
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Tis but a dream
Tis but a dream!
Intae tha memories
Tha goals, tha desires,
Touching tha he'rt,
Romancing tha soul
Exciting tha senses,
Pulling at tha emotions.
but a dream!
Aye sae true,
Yet e'er sae real
an' yin begins tae act,
within its wonnerous play
Her purfume, her form,
An all else fades
Save for her touch,
Her smile, her love.
she tis but a phantom,
A ghost O lang ago
That haunts nue my e'er dream.
Tis but a dream?
Aye ,tis but a dream!
Tis but a dream!
|Sir Walter Scott
There is no other flower bloom
that by its self represents such gloom
As that memorial flower Poppy
stained by Knights long now dead
that delivered their last drop of life filled Zest
and sprinkled red the
white Poppy blest.
Time has shown the pale grim faces
of fallen comrades in bloody places
and marching in
memorial to the gone
express in tears War's great wrong.
Each generation fears their fate
in fields where
for there amongst the fragrent scented flow
Lays the sleep Eternal Knights all know.
By the Rowan
Here between the Rowans branches
and the drifting tides of the summer's eve
do I lay deep contented with head
Upon the lap of my own true love.
These scented fields fill
to the tender beats of fluttering wings
lazy long drawn skies
where your whispers partake
to dance within my mind
and draw my lips to warmly invite
tease the moments bliss
and to ride the evening song
Of all that love so longs to be.
Shall I trace the worlds
My deepened sigh, upon my love.
To grace me with each blessed morning
her form, her laugh, her mind
These days of promise I swear
shall pass far beyond the silken gown
to the gentle years
that I shall hold
you as dearly
As eagerly as that summer's day by the Rowan.
Old wise ones
how you have stood here
against wind,snow and rain.
watchers of horizons
gathering deep within
to marvel both hearts and minds.
Your silent mysteries
Days, Nights,Months and years.
Tokens of the ancestors
liberators of the silent
structures of mind and life.
primal desires that shift
within those orbs of mind,Heaven.
facing the other
a circle never broken.
Always to be
companions to us and our children
To be forever to the generations-
-----The Old Wise Ones.
The celtic fairy lover
You raise me, within your dreams
to the aether's of time
Haunting my abode of eternal symmetry
Till harkening to those calls I come.
carry me like wild charging stallions
Riding upon the breath of lavender's blending scent
To rest upon the post of
watching you dream your dreams in bed.
It is here My cries summon the world
that sweetest fantasy
that lingers e'er with you soul
I drive upon those liquid forms my shape
and enter your dream with you.
Feel the warmth of my breath
that tickles softly the form of your neck
hear my voice, deep bass intoned
gently, lulling your thought to mine
And feel me gather your stature up
to carry to the setting sun your form
there upon the peaks of my place
I rest you upon my throne.
I will not take you.....
I will leave you wanting
till the desire flows out from your eyes
Till your form in anguish begs my touch.
And as you watch
me deflower others
turning virgin thoughts e'er to me
you shall long my pressure and my scent
upon that form that
here summoned me.
Enchantment fills my endowment
I watch as your eyes see me perform
and how the lust and constant
fills the needs that beat in you,
Dare you have me now?
While i take those dreams of me
and dance my
solitary place of woe
to all that seek me here.
I see your hands touching, caressing
wanting them mine and more
for you hunger that eternal throbbing
that aching pain that swirls within
and you know unlike any mortal lover
I know all your wants and desires.
Oh but how I weave your fears with your desires
how I play upon even your wakened
Till you want no other lover
none but I can subdue your form
Take you to the breathless heaven
you as my own flesh
and have you live my tempest reign of thought
Can you satisfy my desire?
Draw me within and
make me cry
No mortal yet has set that flame
But I, Aye! How I ride these feminine dreams
How I draw you close
and devour your heart
I eat you slowly, deliberate in all my ways
Till left haunted to my lips, you e'er but beg
wanting touch,another Kiss.
I appear as that grandest knight, A prince
Aye! As a God upon mortal horizons
like bronze and setting sun
with legs firm, structured strong.
Virgin hearts melt to me
their innocent minds sing
and how with them the night moans to their sighs.
Then my lovers, more they are, but many
that I have
romanced the bed songs of many nights
They still call me , want and need me
to satisfy where Husbands and lovers draw
For their dreams are my dreams,
their visions, Me.
But I, I am forever lonely
lonely to the being I am
I am the haunt of natures calling
ever alluring ,
yet always bound
But for once a mortal breath
that to mine will ride the night
One I shall awaken too in my morning
in these Sidhe gatherings of Tir Na Og
and when I awaken, I so long to hear
A soft petaled voice say,My darling
Hearts will flutter like tiny wings
soaring spirits into the depths of heaven
hovering in the stillness, the silence
When love embraces, arms unite
Lips entice and passions burn
flying those brilliant sapphire skies
racing those mighty currents of sea
Laying in the softness of space
in feelings that are at last realised
Born fresh to life and all its vastness
With hearts fluttering like butterflies.