Lugh’s Garden

The song of her heart
Is music beyond hearing,
Heaven’s sweet promise,
Sung soul to soul, by Angels,
A song too pure for just words.

Alone in the dark,
Like a child, waiting for dawn,
Too afraid to cry,
All this fear, just because I’m
Terrified that I’ll lose you.

Echoes
Are not enough,
But if I make believe
They’re your voice, and shout, I love you,
It helps.

At the end of it,
Just one brief, lonely journey,
With no hand to hold,
Steadfastly into the light,
And all the shadows are gone.
All the memories,
All the loves that never were,
The hopes built on dreams,
Fading into that moment,
That comes at the end of it.

Watching water flow
Quietly among the reeds,
Hearing its music;
I know my presence could not
Improve this perfect beauty.