Celtic Dreams

Lying in the mist of a purple moon
Capture by the exotic whine of the wind
Laying upon velvet dunes
Wondering when, wondering when.

We are travelers, we dance in the stars
Who can hold our secrets, ours?
When upon the earth we dreamed
Only woodland and violet streams.

Lying in the mist of a purple moon
On a hot and humid, thick blind night
Oh, you come to me in dancing swoons
In the forest in opaque light

We are travelers, doomed to roam
No one can hold us nor keep us still
We leave at dawn go back to our homes
But our houses melt like satin silt

Lying in the mist of a purple moon
I can not find you nor keep you here
Laying upon the velvet dunes
I have no fear, I have no fear.





~Anonymous