turning cold to warmth
from sleep to wood hearth and fire
toast lady brighid
longing for answers
is fate in the master's hands
running on empty
onslaught to my soul
prey not on me sweet vampyre
i have been ravished
parched with thirst am i
give me water ere i die
prithee who will serve
promises to make
a new year new beginnings
promises to keep
lady an accord
destiny at my crossroads
wisdom strength or both
longing for a shift
winds of change blowing my mind
such naiveté
mary at the well
sweet water to quench her thirst
pray be she sated
seeking depth of soul
such strength needed for this bale
searching finding found
my crown for repose
my kingdom for solitude
my life for free rein
in search of respite
rest repast for the weary
actual holy grail
bless the tie that binds
'tis said to be cut at birth
umbilical cord
ghosts of yesteryear
assail the awakened mind
balm at any cost
a cry in the night
sudden thudding in my chest
fear revisited
mind demanding rest
liminal insanity
permanence beckons
nightmare of winter
two freezing children and snow
now eschewing sleep!
cloud-mind dementia
a sundowners depression
speed of sound aging
timeless alters time
long nights, minutes ticking by
time neverending
don bit and bridle
browbeat me through my paces
ye fate, rein me in
fear overwhelming
the mother lying bereft
by senses deadened
hans notwithstanding
finger in dyke not working
flood gates collapsing
in my hour of need
mother mary come to me
the beatles promised
