Dedication To a Poet

You must be a fairy

From the far away land of Ire,

For your words flow like the spring,

Fly like a bird and sing

Like a brooklet

Without beginning or end,

Only the shimmering of sunlight

Through the whispering trees

In the purity

Of the moment

And season

I turn my eyes away now

As I cannot bare to look intently

Upon such brightness

That pricks the heart so well -

So masterfully do the fairy people

Bend the words that move the spirit

To lift the face and eyes of life.
Blessings and every success

In the great venture of

Spending the treasured text.

Salutation

A couple couplets more, until then,
May the wind fare thee well again and again ..
- and to all, fly ye like the wren,
Far above the company of common men,
Nay, beyond mear words,
In the peaceful presence of the great - I Am.