a in feore groene

I travel alone
             to a bay
                          of spirits
to the end of the world

                                                                      ...to the end of my world

through forests arcane, and ancient,
             and
                           somehow verdant

                                                                                     (e’en in Winter)

                                   my memories are muted -
                                      yet burst with sudden
                       cracked light – bold hues – brilliant song

that’s how I know I’ve found
             you
                          again
                                        as that is what you remain

                           -síorghlas-
                                                                                    long after life has

                                                                   gone
                                                                   cold