I had a dream, that I once trod,
Upon a field of green.
And beheld there, the finest folk,
That I had ever seen.
Clothed in grey and black and white,
They sang the Awen’s name,
And about them shone a gentle light,
I know not whence it came.
Upon my upturned face it fell,
And my eyes were filled with glory.
The folk had so much to tell,
About the Goddess and her story.
I sat among them, an awestruck yokel,
At these giants’ feet.
I knew then, that these folk’ll,
Be the best I’ll ever meet.
I stand here alone, in the dark,
In the city, in the rain.
But now I know where to embark,
To meet them once again.
So good folk, till we next meet,
Accept this pilgrim’s prayer,
May the Awen guide your feet,
And all your days dawn fair.
Craig Cartmell |
