In the misty valleys where whispers linger,
ghostly echoes play beneath ochre skies –
here, the legends breathe in twilight’s hush,
suspended like dreams between day and night.
Lakes mirror the fading sun,
this ripple a memory—silvery threads of long-lost tales:
the brave who danced with shadows at dawn,
the weeping willow that cradles forgotten sighs.
Birds sing at sunset's golden gates,
their notes cascading like enchanted water;
they weave songs from stories borne on winds—
tales of ancient heroes lost to time’s embrace.
In these tender moments carved by evening light,
I am both seeker and specter amid swirling gossamer fog...
[2024]
Oisin
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