| Celtic Mist By David Roth © 12th February, 2005 Swirling, Dancing, Laughing, Surrounding me with your arms, Wrapping me in the folds of your skin, Draping yourself over me, A light, ethereal sheet of vapor, Slithering tendrils of your essence In with each breath I draw Pulling a slice of me away With each small explosion of air. Celtic Mist, calling me, Reaching and drawing me Beyond the midnight sea To your misty emerald isle Enchanting me with mystic charms, Teasing me with promises Borne on the flutter of faerie wings. Gilded promise and emerald dream, Come to me, the Goddess whispers, Step into the drift of imagination, See my charms, feel my heart. Walk among the stones of the Ancients, See beyond the veil, oh noble one, The secret place, Where dreams trade place with reality. I close my eyes, yet the mist remains, The echo of pan, toying playfully, A lilting melody stirring me, And I know I must step out into the mist. Celtic mist, To the uncertain dream, And ancient land, That calls me. |
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