The Sidhe
Oh, God and Goddess are all around us.
from place to place unguided,
they’ve found us.
Land of limpid eyes and skies,
where mystery abounds.
‘Mongst lisping lips, oft heard
Gaelic limericks sound.
While gale gusted winds whip wave
dashed waters to mist;
atop the high cliffs of Moher
the Fairie found us.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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