Guest Poetry - Michael Kevin Walker

Introduction
Collin Chadwick
Gordon Weir
Michael Walker
Eithne
Caroline

And There I'll See You

I'll see you, woman, somewhere,
In my frightened child's mind,
To try and calm me with a sign,
To flow around me, soft and gently,
Like a breeze from heaven sent, from the same sky, where Robins flew,
And there I'll see you.
Soft, washed on the waves, what's left to save,
I'll piece together,
And leave to play on wind and sea,
And tossed in weather,
To be found by me, in years to come,
When all memory is caught up in my life, as I heed the call of the drum,
And there I'll see you,
There again.

I'll see you, woman, somewhere,
When Luna is full sail, in some half-told tale,
And in the lights of the fires around me,
Where all sight and feel and sound, fall and die and combine anew,
And there I'll see you.
Time, caught on the breeze, and stormy seas,
Where few survive,
Where Ghosts and Galleons and treasures deep, are left alive,
To be found by me, when I'm covered by time,
When all destiny is caught up in my fate as I heed the call of the rime.
And there I'll see you,
There again.


There Is No Night (song lyrics)

Rest your head,
And go to sleep,
And let your dreams keep you warm,
I will stand, over your slumber,
And protect you from the storm,
As your dreams carry you nigh,
In the hills, and far away,
Keep your faith, in the fading light,
As you're searching for the day...
If you believe,
Then there is no night,
Blessedness will lift you,
With the angels in flight,
Look for the morning,
In the dream that has an end,
And I will hold you in this heart of love,
'Til you find the sun...again.


It's Morning Again

It's Morning Again,
And the sunlight warm, looks down upon the child,
It's Morning Again,
And as I watched the day, so gently smiled,

And I'm afraid to break the silence,
Afraid this love of God might not go on,
With every...dawn.

It's Morning Again,
And the dewlight gleams, upon the flower,
It's Morning Again,
And I let it be, a quiet hour,

And I'm afraid to touch the stillness,
And let another moment not be born,
With every...morn.

It's Morning Again,
And the shallow pool lies, unbestirred,
It's Morning Again,
And the echo rings, the vernal word,

And I'm afraid to move the silence,
Afraid this fragile joy might fade away,
With every...day.


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