Still some embers

It's a long time
that I don't pass
the evening in the wood
While the fairies
are still sleeping
but are going to become true

And I have missed so many nights
in the carousel of the seasons of the light

Summer through these mountains 
is a living Book 
I can read everything 
If I wanted to 

Maybe this speaking silence is the medicine I need 
to try again to survive among the false healers 

I can feel that
still some embers
are deep into my soul
from the ancient
Celtic fire
once saved me from the cold

But there is no harvest for this year
only new work, mistakes and lots of fear

Summer through these mountains 
is a living Book 
I can read everything 
If I wanted to 

Maybe this speaking silence is the medicine I need 
to try again to survive among the false healers 

Lughnasadh 2016