There remains an antique land of polished green dreams
Beneath a mist, thick and clean
Where great blue flutes in waves of wind sweep a waltz
Of Irish rain across a rocky plain
To plunder dreams in greens

It seems-
There came a lull from seven days of Irish rain
And though my boots still wet from journey’s gain
This antique land [...]

The falling notes rose
With my spirits
The jig of Irish tunes
Danced
And I walked on down the road
I told my lass
That I must leave
Ireland was a callin’
And I couldn’t wait no more
So I walked on down the road
while the Germans shouted,
the French wept
and the Italians ate
and drank to my health
The grass rose before me
and the wind dwindled
and [...]

There is a quiet hold in her notes
That rises smoke soft
From earthen fairy mounds
And bogs and rivers
Raising our spirit.

She hides her red blaze
In mists on lakes
Of Partholon and Nemed,
In myths, the truths
Of druid and fine,
In months, endless.

She is ever green
Beneath a new moon.
Ablaze with life
Field yellow, full of flower
I glow for her and grow
Under sky [...]

What happened to the original eleven -
Ten riders lost in the swells of the intemperate sea
Only one now remains:

I stand
a boatsman on a cliff
a line separating two realities
crashing echoes upward
from the rocks below
who wait in silent defiance
guards at the gate
to the vastness beyond
marked
with torrent and calm

I stand in awe
of wind and sea
encircling me with power
raw
I [...]

Formation of the Celts

Through dreams portents and visions
I found the Fertile Crescent’s
Mesopotamian world
Of Darius and Xerxes
From Cyrus’ long descent.

There remains an antique land of polished green dreams Beneath a mist, thick and clean Where great blue flutes in waves of wind sweep a waltz Of Irish rain across a rocky plainTo plunder dreams in greens
It seems-There came a lull from seven days of Irish rain And though my boots still wet from journey’s [...]