Yours is the path I walked without knowing.
Yours is the the whisper that eases my fears.
Yours is the dread shore to which lost souls are rowing.
Yours are my breath and my blood and my tears.
Yours is the gateway that leads to tomorrow.
Yours are the depths and the tide and the squall.
Yours is the music that drowns pain and sorrow
And yours my devotion as long as waves roll.
For Manannán
Published
Ocean's Meadow 