Memories

 

Another song-
another lost memory-
What is it?

The Celtic harps ring-
and the flute sings-
my mind is full of images of kings

 

Medevil Halls-
laughter- I pause-

 

What is it?
What can it be?

 

Is it possible I have - lost memories?

 

What draws me to Celtic songs-
Stories of woods
and great halls-

 

What is it?
I drives me mad!

 

I Can't remember

 

or could it be-

 

that it never existed-
this memory?

 

Why is it-
When i close my eyes-
I see dark halls-
and candle light?

 

Why is it?

 

I indulge in fantasies-
Of powerful women-
and strong kings...

 

what is it?

 

I don't understand-

 

Every time I see a forest,
I wander in my mind.

 

Celtic Dreams
Elvish Fantasies-

they did not just come out of nothing
what is the root of these dreams?

 

I wish I understood
why it is dear to me-
the sight of Old houses-
and when there is no electricity.

 

I admit I'm eccentric-
I am a bit odd...

 

but something within me-
is trying to be known-

 

some old memory long forgotten

 

or an old story unknown

 

I don't understand it-
what could it be?

 

Something made up?

 

or is it within me?

Author's Note

The flow of this one is kind of odd, mind you, I wrote it a while back...