Omen days Song
A cuisle mo Chroí
I am holding your dreams
Cosmic realities tied up with beams
Of hope and potential cast through all time
Timetwisting and bending
To meet your sweet smile
Oh hoper and dreamer
Come here till I shout
The future is your narrative
Theres no need to pout
The endings are numerous
The roads are a plenty
I have written to you of them so that you trust there are many
I will gather your faculties
And whisper you some treasures
So that your openings will commence
Till the last night of flavours
Soak up these masteringsand cup in your hands
To gather these energetic openings
As i spray them to your lands
Your wildness can capture
These ponderings on your skin
So speak them with consciousness
For the magic to begin
As each page is written
Come hither and speak
The writings you were gifted
With a hummingbirds beak
Ponderings for winter
Seedlings for spring
Words of action for summer
Autumns blessings on your wings
Winters hopeful chantings
Will enter your realm
Take these chantings with you
As you steer at the helm
So when the time is shifting
And you know not where to go
Read your winter solstice blessings
To steer you to the Glow
