Ireland Calling

Portals of timeless charm

Meath's moss hidden stones

altars glow sun tuned

deep calling my bones

From river heat brewed

in mists rising bright

a passage in hues

beyond colors white

My spirit lifts fast

on wings of bird-song

leaving clouds dizzy

not knowing what's gone

To Earth currents high

I'm sailing soul's light

'fore Donegal skies

Isle...be home tonight!

 

 

 

Jrm - August 1987     

(Just days before visting Newgrange during1987 Harmonic Convergence)