November 8, 2008

  • Celtic Dreams

    My mind consents to fog drizzled dreams
    Encased around night time schemes

    Repository of unconscious desires
    Granting life to time that can’t transpire

    Golden glow of midnight moon
    Painting the leaves that have been strewn

    Celtic charms dance their tune
    Vanishing stress from nerves that are immune

    Love drenched in music of lore
    Spew the notes upon oak floors

    Dreams cast their nets upon life’s ocean
    Celtic tunes invade the dark in complete devotion ©2008

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