Texte - A Celtic Story

As nights are growing longer now,
so turns the Wheel to hallowed bough.
For her glory and our delight,
when Mother Earth is dressed in white.
While cross the sky stars slowly creep
the God of Sun still rests in sleep.
A flaming bough upon the grate
with dance and song we celebrate.
On Yuletide night, He shall return,
from depths of winter's cold sojourn.
With thanks as …

O sweet white bloom blushing through snow,


You gently kiss the north winds as they
pass,


Whispering to winter ‘it’s time to go’,


From your bluey-green leaves like blades of
grass,


Sweet drooping bells that mark the seasons
flow.





A tiny flower sets the world alight,


And fills a wintered heart with deepest
joy,


New life from bleakest days and long icy
nights,


Through woods …

As night-time closed around my mind,
I watched a lady rise above,
Within her face beauty defined.

Lady of night who stole my heart,
Led me to see beyond my eyes,
As drifting clouds made their depart.

The ancient songs echoed all night,
As eyes gazed upon lady’s face,
A sultry smile, in lunar light.

All questions asked in ritual dance,
Out in the night where all is seen,
So live again in …

Oh Queen of night, thou art my dreams,
In dreams Lady of Death I see,
I see thy light to calm my screams,
My screams for thee to be with me.

The lily white of palest skin,
Inside my skin, my heart beats wild,
On wildest night I call thee in,
Deep within I become thy child.

Thy silver eyes reflect the moon,
The violet moon that haunts my soul,
O’er my soul marked by ancient rune,
This runic …

The moss green walls rise high above,
As a poet sits down to dream,
In this place, I was born to love.

Cascading Conwy waters flow,
As a poet sits down to dream,
And old memories come and go.

When first I crossed the Beaver Bridge,
As a child who lived in dreams,
And clambered on the wooded ridge.

I fell in love with this place then,
As a child who lived in dreams,
Still, today it’s my Fairy …

A world of wonder dwells inside of me,


Both gods and demons playing their own
part,


My spirit journeys time and space to see,


The greatest truth that echoes in my heart,


As on the wind, I seek my destiny.





In Nature’s love, I know I’m truly blessed,


Through all life’s pain and strife that I
must bear,


And through the joys and love that fill my
breast,


I feel the …

The runic pattern cast upon the ground,


That calls wandering Celt to journey home,


To sacred lands where mighty kings were
crowned,


And there hearts dwell while the feet may
roam,


Ancient songs of Mystery once more found.





O Celt, now sing the song within your heart,


And love the fertile lands of Mother Earth,


But leave no lasting scars as you depart,


Protect her well for …

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Oh, can you hear their call?
A whisper in nightfall’s embrace,
Woven in starlit lace,
The moonlight leaves a trace to hold,
A heart within her fold
Through winter nights so cold and dun.
While wise eyes gaze upon,
The seasons of the Sun, they seek,
Yet her love is not meek,
She shines upon the bleak, cold earth,
As we share Yuletide mirth.
Death of …