|Life, in the fable of Celt,
belongs to dreams.
Some dreams, in life, we can never ignore.
Life, through centuries in dreamland,
is nothing but a series of :-
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Original Word & Verse: Ann O'Neill
Enchanted Art (with very special thanks): Jessica Galbreth
All poetry on Emeraldsplinters is officially registered as belonging to Ann O'Neill.
In space you never held me,
though your life inspired my dream.
In the valleys
I am brought alive by the shadow of your wings
and as I cross the garden,
with a thumping that would burst my skin,
I pray that someday, when I die,
you'll walk to the edge,
you'll come to this place
You're stubborn, kind of quirky,
a bubbling sea beneath the rim,
an enigmatic sphere, embracing knowledge,
with a joke shop in mid-stream.
But for all your sense and struggle,
life is never how it seems
and I pray that someday, when I die,
you'll fly to the edge,
glide like a bird
God never makes you angry -
I've never found that faith,
though I recognize religion
as a state of zealous heart.
But holy, I would give to creed
and know there's something more,
that one day
I'll find space enough to greet you.