Lugh’s Garden

Through the haze of age,
My life’s story unfolded,
Pages turned slowly
By fingers twisted with time,
No longer able to feel.

The passions were mine.
The lovers all had faces
Lit with their laughter,
And voices that whispered words
Of love, lying at my side.

Nights were warmer then,
Or perhaps it just seemed so,
Lying together
In the darkness, and smiling
At the secrets lovers know.

In those night moments
That seemed to last forever,
Yesterdays faded,
But tomorrow could not come
Until we finished today.

And finish, we did,
The last life wrung from our days,
The days, left withered
Like flowers of last summer,
Or paper, yellowed with time.

All my life’s pages,
Now lying there before me,
Like so many leaves
In the autumn of my life,
Fading through the haze of age

As a river flows,
So the loves of my life pass,
Wearing down this rock,
‘Til once again I am sand,
Swirled by the loves of my life.

So young it was, and yet, the loss, profound,
Did strike me in my heart, and in my soul.
So heavy on my mind does lie the toll,
That evermore, in sadness, I’ll be bound.

Such joy was mine, before it came to end,
And happiness, where none had been before.
I prayed that it would last forevermore,
But soon found tears that wishes could not mend.

No chains, placed by my hands would ever be
A burden on this thing I held so dear,
Nor, had I known my love would cause such fear,
I would have done my best to set it free.

But love, I do, and will until the end,
And yet for fear of love, I’ve lost a friend.

Lie here beside me,
Feel my hand upon your breast,
Let passion turn us
From two lives, alone and lost,
Into one, burning with love.
Let my fire be yours.
As it burns deep within me,
Let it burn in you.
Feel my heart beating in you,
As our lives flow together,
Giving and taking,
Like the earth and flower,
Blazing with beauty,
Before returning to earth,
Where you lie here beside me.

I walk through forests,
No lamp, but from the night sky,
Darkness, my clothing,
My guide, the scent of the lives
That have passed here before me.

In my throat, I taste
The strength and weakness of them,
Knowing if they ran,
Or if they were the hunter,
Tasting in the air, their prey,

I feel the beating
Of hearts that have come before,
Shivering with fear,
Pounding with hunger, that drives
Life from one to the other.

I walk through forests,
Taking strength from my Mother,
Flowing into me,
As the day flows into night,
And the tide rises and falls.

I hunt in valleys,
Moss-covered and filled with life,
The scent of moisture
And earth, filling my mind with
Visions of the night forest.