Lugh’s Garden

Little dreams of you
Make nights alone, less lonely,
And the warmth of dawn
Comes over me more gently,
Though it comes far too quickly.

A life should not be judged by years alone,
Nor by the weight of gold a man might win,
For gold may weigh him down just like a stone,
And years devoid of love will wear him thin.

The measure of a man must not be pride,
In accolades from sycophantic friends,
Though praise lifts spirits like the rising tide,
The rocks of truth await them in the end.

A life should follow laws of moon and sun,
And move along it’s course from day to day,
As though it’s not a race that must be won,
But rather, just a game that we may play.

And when the final sunset glows no more,
Step gently, with a smile, through life’s last door.

Watch the wind blowing
Little footprints on water,
Like the ghosts of cats,
Tapping feet on the surface
To let us know they are there.

Tango,
A dance for two,
Giving and receiving
The passions we nurture, to stay
Alive.
We two,
Dancing with words,
Hearing our life’s music
Beating out the rhythms of our
Passion.

When I close my eyes,
I see you, dressed in sunlight,
Moving through forests
Like the fingers of morning,
Waking flowers with your touch.

I hear your laughter,
As it tumbles through the trees,
Bubbling like a brook
That has an eternity
To dance among the lilies.

Though my eyes are closed,
I feel the touch of your breath
Upon my eyelids.
I taste your scent deep within
The center of my being.

I feel you near me,
And the warmth of your body,
Like sunlight’s first kiss.
But I fear that I’ll lose you,
If I should open my eyes.