Oh Such Sweet Exhilaration

In the corner of a hillside cave Upon a rocky outcrop laid A crown of soothing wishes made With sacred vows that she once gave. And ancient prayers of whispered grace Still waited with such patient calm To touch our heart, to take our arm To walk with us through misted lace. So far away their voices told In choral Celtic overtones Of star cast stones and ancient bones And memories they forever hold. A priestess in so many ways Of trees and streams and come to be’s Of softly sighing rune cast seas And most of all, of blessed days. In glades of soft Celtic creation A whispering tree, a fluttering bird So many prayers there, though unheard Yet oh such sweet exhilaration…