Where Are You Taking Me?

Where are you taking me?


Where are you taking me

oh ancient friend of my soul?

Out to the doorway

between the worlds

in the soft soft grasses

of Connamara?

You knew, didn’t you,

how joyfully I’d come?

How quickly I’d surrender ~

With never so much as a glance

back into the life

I accepted

only a moment ago.

You knew,

sure as the wind

across the waves,

that I’d come dancing.

Full sweep of springtime

in every step ~

To enter 

the land of Faery,

with you.


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