Inspiration

Breathe into me the wild,
The boundless, the beauty of the child.
Let me drink deep the endless cup,
The cauldron, the grail – let me sup
Deep and my soul be filled.

To those behind the face of form,
Present since the time of Dawn,
Ever-here, everywhere – seen and unseen,
I call on you to wipe my soul clean.
Let he who ever-chatters be stilled.

Let us be one, you and me,
The tired and bound, the wild and free.
Sing to me in voice pure and clear,
Open my mind so my ears can hear.
May the words of my pen be truly skilled.

You and I have known each other long,
Aeons have passed since your first song
Filled my heart and drove me to tears.
Yet have I grown deaf over the years -
Logic and reason have been my shield.

Now I hear you sigh in the whispering grass,
Hear your laugh amongst leaves as I pass.
Let my ears finally hear your voice.
Be aware – that I have made this choice
At whatever cost, let them be healed.


Slán

Silverwolf