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Come fairies take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame.

W.B. Yeats.

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Brigid Of The Rowan Tree

The Earth did rouse from winters edge,
And the Witchwood tree, her tears she shed,
Through storm and mist, when light was cursed,
When naught but chill and winds did stir,

Here Brigid waits, to light the heart of man,
His hope and faith to be Spring again.

For now the days they grow,
And her dragon wakes,
The servant of this Rowan tree.
His daily flight o'er forest and stream,
A right of passage, never seen,
But known to those of ancient lore,
And tamed by Brigid, his power stored.

And Brigid waits

Her feelings run deep by waters edge,
Her roots they feed where no one treads.
Where berries float as faerie hearts,
In streams of dreams to lands afar,
To enrich the soul of those, that would see,
The circle of life, the soul of this tree.

And Brigid waits

With arm out stretched,
A gift to find for those who seek,
A gift of life, as yet, incomplete.
A gift of strength to release the fear,
The gift, a question, oh so near!
For within this pouch, your question lies,
Not answers deep within to chide.

Your choices made, the circle turns,
The seasons change, yet few they learn.
For nature is, as man he does,
Which one she ponders, should turn to dust?

And Brigid waits

Her Moon's come full,
Her stars they race,
Our Sun has cooled,
Soon, so soon, her eyes to rest.

Be still ... for Brigid waits.
... Waiting on the heart of man,
To find his question, to understand.
Before life fails and the vista fades,
And his dust becomes earth, to beget nature, again.

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