Lugh’s Garden

(Chorus)
Come down from your mountain, Micheline,
Come to where the ocean meets the land,
You can ride your horse along the wave line
I can write “I love you” in the sand.
You have made your home out in the forest,
I’ve found peace out on the rolling sea.
I’ll put down an anchor, and I’ll stay here,
Come down from your mountain, Micheline.

I met her by another ocean
Captivating sailors with her smile,
She served me drinks and conversation,
I sat down to listen for a while.

She shared the secrets of her childhood,
And her hopes and dreams for future years,
She poured out her story with my whiskey,
I drank down her life and all her tears.

Then she went to live up on the mountain,
I chased her love around Cape Horn,
I fought the winds of South Atlantic,
To the northern sea where I was born.

She rides the ridgeline north of Asheville,
Up where high pine shadows hide the sun,
I sail the ragged grey Atlantic,
Past the islands where the wild ponies run,

(Chorus)

I don’t think I ever thought I’d win her,
I just couldn’t help but chase the dream,
There are things a man might chase forever,
One of them’s a prize named Micheline

Now I watch the sun set on the mountains,
Far beyond the ship that carries me,
Out to where the Gulf Stream warms the waters,
Flowing ‘round my home out on the sea.

(Chorus)

(Some names just need to be set to music, Micheline is one of them)

Sometimes in the night,
I think about my father,
And the pain he had,
Boiling around inside him
Like a swarm of angry bees.

Sometimes in the night,
When the air gets heavier,
And the ozone smell
Makes me stop what I’m doing,
I listen for his complaints.

Sometimes in the night,
I hear the life-sounds quiet
Around me, and I
Feel his last resolution,
Before he pulled the trigger.

Sometimes in the night,
I sit alone and wonder
What makes death okay
For someone who spent his life
In mortal fear of dying.

He went, not gently,
Into that dark night, but in
Control of his destiny;
And still, I hear him calling
To me, sometimes in the night.

Passion
May be expressed
In many words and deeds,
A kiss, or in a lingering
Embrace.
A brief
Hesitation,
Before you look away,
Or eyelids falling, just before
You smile.
Passion
Can be a touch
Held for just a moment,
Or the hug that love makes you turn
Back for.
Passion,
Can be the words
You use in your greeting,
Or the one you choose to close a
Brief note.
Passion
Needs a purpose,
So it was that I asked
To give the passion of my words
To you,
Perhaps,
I reach too far,
But in truth, I only
Reach out with my passion, to find
A Muse.
Someone,
To tend the flame
That burns within my soul,
And from time to time, fuel it with
A smile.
Is this
Too much to ask?
If so, I shall withdraw,
But I will always think of you,
Fondly.