I want to put something on here, so, for dryadtree, here is whats left of me

jonny
Rivers

thinking of Bel's Skylar
 

ISLE OF INNISHFREE

I'VE MET SOME FOLKS, WHO SAY THAT I'M A DREAMER

AND I'VE DO DOUBT, THERE'S TRUTH IN WHAT THEY SAY

BUT SURE A BODY'S BOUND TO BE A DREAMER

WHEN ALL THE THINGS HE LOVES ARE FAR AWAY

AND PRECIOUS THINGS ARE DREAMS UNTO AN EXILE

THEY TAKE HIM O'ER THE LAND ACROSS THE SEA

ESPCI'LLY WHEN IT HAPPENS HE'S AN EXILE

FROM THAT DEAR LOVELY ISLE OF INNISHFREE

CHORUS

AND WHEN THE MOONLIGHT PEEPS ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS

OF THIS GREAT CITY, WONDROUS THO' IT BE

I SCARCELY FEEL IT'S WONDERS OR IT'S LAUGHTER

I'M ONCE AGAIN BACK HOME in INNISHFREE

I WANDER O'ER GREEN HILLS THRO' DREAMY VALLEYS

AND FIND A PEACE NO OTHER LAND COULD KNOW

I HEAR THE BIRDS MAKE MUSIC FIT FOR ANGELS

AND WATCH THE RIVERS LAUGHING AS THEY FLOW

AND THEN INTO A HUMBLE SHACK I WANDER

MY DEAR OLD HOME AND TENDERLY BE-HOLD

THE FOLKS I LOVE AROUND THE TURF FIRE GATHERED

ON BENDED KNEES, THEIR ROSARY IS TOLD

(new CHORUS)

BUT DREAMS DON'T LAST, THO' DREAMS ARE NOT FORGOTTEN

AND SOON I'M BACK TO STERN REALITY

BUT THO' THEY PAVED THE FOOTWAYS HERE WITH GOLD DUST

I STILL WOULD CHOOSE THE ISLE OF INNISHFREE           CELTIC   anon

grey

of the other Pel's Skylar
 

A Goddess lives forever, but ne'er her sacrad steed
She was the child of a Wizzard, both mechanical and speed
And she got both through magical and reckless crazy breed
Although she knew quit was better, she, through madness, ran him to his top most speed, for he was four times bigger and four times was his speed.  Two hundred miles an hour and two hundred miles could last.  But thats too fast to hit the dessert sand, and, yes, it killed them both.
but magic pulled them back, and he forgave her, yes, at last.  She learned a little humbleness, her steed he learned some caution.  And mostly she learned to have some simple passion. 
She learned and earned the love shenever knew, and finally found some happiness that grew and grew.

So sayeth Zarathutra and he was bitter mean and mad. So it must be
true.
grey

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ISLE OF INNISFREE

I'VE MET SOME FOLKS, WHO SAY THAT I'M A DREAMER

AND I'VE DO DOUBT, THERE'S TRUTH IN WHAT THEY SAY

BUT SURE A BODY'S BOUND TO BE A DREAMER

WHEN ALL THE THINGS HE LOVES ARE FAR AWAY

AND PRECIOUS THINGS ARE DREAMS UNTO AN EXILE

THEY TAKE HIM O'ER THE LAND ACROSS THE SEA

ESPCI'LLY WHEN IT HAPPENS HE'S AN EXILE

FROM THAT DEAR LOVELY ISLE OF INNISFREE

CHORUS

AND WHEN THE MOONLIGHT PEEPS ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS

OF THIS GREAT CITY, WONDROUS THO' IT BE

I SCARCELY FEEL IT'S WONDERS OR IT'S LAUGHTER

I'M ONCE AGAIN BACK HOME IN  INNISHFREEE

I WANDER O'ER GREEN HILLS THRO' DREAMY VALLEYS

AND FIND A PEACE NO OTHER LAND COULD KNOW

I HEAR THE BIRDS MAKE MUSIC FIT FOR ANGELS

AND WATCH THE RIVERS LAUGHING AS THEY FLOW

AND THEN INTO A HUMBLE SHACK I WANDER

MY DEAR OLD HOME AND TENDERLY BE-HOLD

THE FOLKS I LOVE AROUND THE TURF FIRE GATHERED

ON BENDED KNEES, THEIR ROSARY IS TOLD

(new CHORUS)

BUT DREAMS DON'T LAST, THO' DREAMS ARE NOT FORGOTTEN

AND SOON I'M BACK TO STERN REALITY

BUT THO' THEY PAVED THE FOOTWAYS HERE WITH GOLD DUST

I STILL WOULD CHOOSE THE ISLE OF INNISHFREE         (Celtic - Anon)

(the song will follow; )   grey farmer

I, Dorelei          Celtic            The Belted Woman

Earth Mother and her husband Sun Lugh got along very well. At least at the first. But argued now and then because men and women are different.

   Dorelei became the Gern-y Mhain of her Thain, even though she was only 16. Tallfolk fearer all Prydn for it was known that the Prydn were of a magical sort of being

So she sang of song of sweetness, of such soothing smoothing words

A`s knows ways of viciousness too, for else we’d all be slaves

 Firsr daughter became Gern-y Fhain, for mother grew too old

Dorelei was her name, forsooth and unquestioned matroness; the best

With only two husbands she had to hold together their small fledging budding nest

Beauty was her showing, but quick of mind was her best.

One day she was stolen, but that lasted not too long.

Her new husband feared for his very life and soon left her alone

Why?  The challenge. She be’est  less that half his size. He was a tallfolk unlike the tiny Prydyn. She battled him in the way known then. Belted together a few feet apart.

He with his longsword.;  she with her hardest of hearts. He never could touch her, and she kneweth no fear.  She with her sharp long fingernails and a tiny bronze knife.  She was quicker than a cat by far. He laughed,  She grinned.. He quickly learned fear.  She lost not her grin.  She slashed  him in two dozen tiny cuts, he lost blood and grew weak, till he finally yielded, and then took an oath that he would never even look her way, for then she’d have to kill him. It all worked out; not even hatred.  For she was Gern-y fhain. And queen of the mysteries   Dorelei, Dorelei;  where be you now?  Not 'where', I supposeth;  AAhh, but 'when?'  She be at the Last Rainbow, crossing that bridge.

grey                 with great accolades to Parke Godwin  from The Last Rainbow

There was a child of fancy, loving dancing, liked to be prancing;  which is the way is should be, even cleaving to romancing.  And that's what makes the world go round, without out it there could not be one; the planets in there orbits, mother Gaea be our own.  If there is a simple answer, It not be known to us.  And we all love a mystery, so let's enjoy --- as we must
   grey