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MM.12:137MICHAEL DAVID COFFEY
Celtic Dream
It's in the ancient
winds of a Celtic dream
In the green sweep of
the ocean
Caught in the frenzied
dance
With tall dark cliffs
The west, the sea,
the ancient tribes
Collected here in
the damp earth
Among the old oaks
and wild deer
It's in the ancient
tunes and sighs
The cries of bards
and battles
Blood red the earthen
land
In tribal conflict
and the dawn
The awakening of
civilization
Here in the deep
dank dwellings
Among the oak
and beech
It's here among
the rhymes and
the dance
It's here in green,
in rhythymic tune
Here we'll gather
You and I
Here we'll drink of
the deep passion
Of Celtic mysteries
and reveal our thirst
Our love for being --
spiritual entities
And here in Ireland's
depths we'll dream
Poem, © 2000, MICHAEL DAVID COFFEY (all rights reserved; To copy or translate this poem, please contact the poet)
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