GREEN WAY
On the misty moors
Of emerald shores
Where the old gods dwell
From crag to well
Where faeries weep
And wounded knights sleep
A lady walks the enchanted way.
"Danu," the wild ones say.
She knows what no man can speak
The trees her secret keep.
An ancient tale, truths long forgotten
Not even Morrigan dares to whisper of,
Nor ravens who feed on
That which death's cold embrace leaves rotten.
In the depth of her emerald eyes
That is where the truth behind all truth lies.
Star light is her pale skin
The soul of the land within
Barefoot clad in green
Time falls behind wherever she is seen.
Listen to the voiceless whispering wind keen,
"The way is through the
green. "
Frances My daughter (also named Joy) wrote me the included poem about her meditation experience with her message, The way is through the green.