Gary Phelan – “Celtic Mysticism”

 

“Celtic Mysticism”

By Gary Phelan

December filled sky
Enters me from on high.
Her magical mystery glance,
Fills me like a sigh.

December leaves are hiding
Through a bookstore’s door.
Among the shelves on high
Inside Narnia’s Cupboard.

Discover this magic
Inside a bookstore’s door,
Circled like starlings
along the seashore.
Go on up to Heaven
To the second floor,
To the land,
The land of Tir na Nog.

December filled sky
Enters me from on high.
Her magical mystery glance,
Fills me like a sigh.

Soon as she appears
The sky clears away.
Her smile is a golden vision
At the end of my day.

I dance with this Goddess
In a far off Jewish land.
Taking each other’s joy,
Holding it in each other’s hand.

In the land of magic
Where I am soon to be born
I do know she is something
Something I’ll forlorn.
I take a hold of her palm
Fly against tradition
To a world above,
Of Poetic Celtic Mysticism.

December filled sky
Enters me from on high.
Her magical mystery glance,
Still fills me like a sigh.

 

 

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