Celtic Mist
 

 Memories of ancient lives

by consciousness long forgotten

awoke a longing deep inside

for worlds halfsunken into oblivion.

Desperate, I went astray,

a languorous fogbound traveller,

seeking for a passage through the Celtic mist

 

Where once creatures gently guided us

the old ones from the earth,

Fairies, Wizards, Elves, yes, all but men

leading us to destination through

magic patterns, rays of light,

mysteries in silvergold

too overwhelming for a human to unravel

 

How desolate existence seems today

nature's wisdom in heart and mind

drowned in a swamp of selfishness

who contemplates, dares to confide…?

we numbly survive

in our forest of ignorance;

our inner voice has died ...