Philosophies Fire
Had I but a moment of insight true,
To echo notes of Homer's Lyre,
And wrestle from stars which I pursue,
The arctic chill of philosophies fire,
I'd wander the depths of my Eleusinian soul,
Pray the orphic note endure,
And through an image cast upon a stone,
Rise from the visible to the obscure,
And blessed may I carry in life's early prime,
Danu's symphony, hallowed vibrations,
The ethereal soul through heights sublime,
The emerging light of primordial creations
Copyright © Eochaidh O' Conghaile | Year Posted 2011
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