Do You Love the Dark?

Watch the stars overhead, Let their power engulf you Within their graceful light. As I see my time die, And hold its hand sinking into my grave. I keep wondering why it was me that went, Into a tragic space among my people today.

Meaning has no thoughts

In a place of virtues where I am A master in words Of land, which lives in fantasy— And tales of fairies and goblins. This is my place of dreams, Where I dance a Celtic dance As a warrior from the field, With a sword dripping in sparrow blood And my desires into a dripping pain, Upon my ruined head—today.