Celtic at Heart I know your near <br />for I can first hear the music <br />of the ancient ones <br />when I've traveled near <br /> <br />and I've wandered the earth <br />like a black throated wind searching <br />for a soul but found nothing but emptiness <br /> <br />I had to dance with the demons and monsters <br />I made along the way <br />and with one random act <br />of kindness you made me a friend <br /> <br />I've come aground upon your shores <br />looking to find rest not knowing <br />it is I who is the tempest <br /> <br />so my journey begains <br />with the words from your thoughts... <br /> <br />and with your words I would want to be more <br />and with your words my soul soars <br />and with your words theres a beckon of light and hope <br />and with your words I find rest I found a soul <br />and with your words Im I holding you to high <br />have I gottin... gottin in too close <br />my sweet Celtic at Heart my sweet lady <br /> <br />I thank you for the dream <br />of being more then I Im <br />more then I could ever be <br /> <br />when that moment of clarity that morning brings <br />I hope to find your words again and again <br />they will be a comfort to me on my journey to the end<br /><br />Kevin Brodeur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journeys-end-2/
