to Caer Ibormeith

I'll Just Sit Here, In Love...

The rest of you, enjoy...



Hale and farewell...

Cygnus

END

NUMB.
AGAIN. LEFT
IN THE COLD.
NO MORE APART
THAN YESTERDAY
THOUGH MORE ALONE.

DUMB.
NO; BEREFT.
NOTHING TOLD.
WHY SHRED THE HEART
THAT WOULD HAVE STAYED?
THE SOUL IS SEWN

SHUT.
AGAIN. NOT
OPENING
THE DOOR TO START
THAT GAME AGAIN,
THAT PAIN, MY FRIEND.

JUST...
KEEP YOUR HEART
SUFFERING--
IT'S NOT MY PART.
IT FIN'LLY ENDS.



to v.j.t.

by jim aka Cygnus

The Voice..

As for the song-- the words... the Voice that rings out to me over the centuries-- I canna add naught. Unless veins of eye-water be addition...

As for the goddess singing it, I can only say that it is one thousand percent ILLEGAL to be THAT DAMNED CUTE!!!
Someone put her in handcuffs and.. well, I'll Take her--er, it-- from there...


I'VE HEARD THE VOICE
I'VE SEEN THE FACE
I'VE KNOWN THE HEART
I'VE FELT THE SOUL

WE SENSE THE COLD--
WE'RE STILL APART;
PHYSICAL SPACE
LEAVES US NO CHOICE...

jim aka cygnus


Hale and farewell, folks...

Cygnus

Echoing the Water Sweetly Flowing...

Down my Cheek

Is that You, YEW, across the river?
The sweet-watered river,
that flows
embanked,
ever alone?
Thus leaving me-- this life-- ever alone?

I stand 'neath the Full Mother's
just-waning Light
and seek...
in the shadows of the other bank..
in the leaves of the forest running parallel...

And break tears when I do not locate,
cannot not pinpoint.

I have Danced alone for
So many years,
it seems the only Way, the natural way...

yet I see in the world -- above my head
and beneath my feet
and IN MY HEART--

It is NOT

We are NOT alone.

...Nor together.

So, rent asunder by
the current that swiftly passes, that swiftly flows
past, and past, and
beyond...

i stand. Alone.

Dance forgotten.
Song unable to be given note.
Fire not kindled.

Again.

Wet, Dreary...
Alone. Alone.
All, All alone.

You.
YEW.

I KNEW
and KNOW.

and fathom
all the less, because...
Where? and Why?

And How, i ask the glowing-above Orb...

HOW?
WHEN?

Cygnus

Yew and the Battlefield...

Hail and Greetings, kindred.

I've not spoken much here about the last third of the blog's sub-title. And won't, likely.

It's a longing. She is a longing. She's there-- wherever the hell there be...

And if she don't ken the Battlefield Band.. well, folks, she really ain't all that 'there', is she?


Hale and Farewell on this Full Moon night, people. And if any of ye see Yew Berry... tell 'er Cyg forever waits; like Oengus o' the Dream, he continually searches...

Cygnus

Dreams

Hail and Greetings, Fellow Travellers...

I've been seeing some unconscious films oft before dreamed recur of late. These were in the realm of Meaningful Ones, so... why the hell they're showing up now is event enough to make note of and keep tabs on, to try (even in retrospect) to reach the deeper level of unconscious and heed it's lesson, warning, or direction

Something is a-brewing, my witchy ones..

Hang loose and mayhap discover, along with Cyg, the 'what'. But folks... I don't dream small. So, there you are, forewarned...

Hale and Farewell...

C.

News From My Ancestral Land

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SIGNIFICANT ARCHEOLOGICAL FIND AT HILL OF TARA

An ancient wooden version of Stonehenge has been
discovered at the Hill of Tara. The scale of the
monument which is still buried beneath the hill
is comparable with the size of the pitch at Croke
Park. It is estimated the discovery is 4500 years
old and while the actual wooden structure no
longer exists a ditch stretching six metres wide
and three metres deep was detected in the bedrock,
using techniques that give a kind of X-Ray of
the hill.