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Calli's Song
The mystic sits midst candles in silence in her room
A soft gentle light for that kind and gentle face.
She pushes back the long tresses of her hair, presses her fingers to her temple
Closes her eyes and looks inside.
She walks barefoot through an ancient forest,
Of oak and ash and tangled fern.
It is dank and dark,
The trees drip with water, staining the green velvet of her dress
She laughs softly to herself,
Passing swiftly on.
She jumps across a fast-flowing stream and enters her favourite glade
Where sunlight dances through the trees
Swirling brightness crossed with shade
She sits beneath a gnarled old oak,
Feeling its silent wisdom and its strength
She smiles and settles, opens her book.
The mystic sits midst candles in silence in her room
A soft gentle light for that kind and gentle face.
She pushes back the long tresses of her hair, presses her fingers to her temple
Closes her clear grey eyes and looks inside.
She walks along an ancient road, in an ancient, troubled land
And strangers stop and stare at her
A woman alone on such a path.
But she smiles and laughs and carries on.
No one knows what age she is
Where she has been or where she goes
Yet they all can sense her power, beauty and her grace.
I met her once many years ago and though she barely spoke
It made me feel filled with joy, with laughter and with hope
And when she'd rested by the road she smiled and bade farewell
She did not look back, her grey eyes fixed on other things
Further down the road
The mystic sits midst candles in silence in her room
A soft gentle light for that kind and gentle face.
She pushes back the long tresses of her hair, presses her fingers to her temple
Closes her eyes and looks inside.
This beautiful poem, or rather song is by Conn Brennan aka The Lord Byron
The concept for his blog is simply to write for others. I love this, and it is the most unique blog here at SU for that very reason. He is an incredibly gifted writer. He writes for others selflessly. What he has written for me is a song, a song of my soul, so much so that this beautiful song will sit here as the opening to my pages. He is somehow able to discern the very 'essence' of a person. To me this is a gift! This is a gift he bestowed upon me. I am fortunate to have found this new and dear friend. He is a gem among us. Please visit his pages and take in the delight of his writings.NOTE: My friend has since left SU, but his gift remains...
Go raibh mile maith agat!
