Deirdre’s Lament

Do you remember how I dreamed of this?
On the shores of Loch Ness, in the days of our bliss
I dreamed of a dove with mead in its mouth
Pursued by a hawk, red with blood from the south
And now you lie beautiful down in your grave
Between your two brothers, whom you couldn’t save

Naoise, oh Naoise my husband, my love
With soft spoken words and the eyes of a dove
Men will remember your sword of bright steel
But your wife will remember how you made her feel
On the shores of Loch Ness, in the days of our bliss
Before that dark night when I first dreamed of this

I was a fair maiden, the world was unknown
When first I espied you, your raven hair shone
And flew like the pennant when men go to war
To meet their sad fate on death’s lonely black shore
Your rode with your brothers, so gallant and brave
Now the three of you, lovely, lie down in one grave

Our story is strange, our story is long
A poet might tell it one day in a song
Might tell of my father, a harper they say
Who foresaw my sad fate and then sent me away
He foresaw how the dove with the mead in its mouth
Would be killed by the bloody red hawk from the south

He foresaw how my laughter and bonny bright smile
Would one day the King of all Ulster beguile
And Conor would send many men to their graves
That a kiss from these ruby red lips he might have
For my smile did the brave men of Ulster make war
And meet their sad fates on death’s lonely black shore

You were my fate, my fairest of fair
The finest of Ireland with raven black hair
You were my fate, and I was your weird
And this bloody black day is the day my Da feared
When the finest of Ireland is laid in his grave
Between his two brothers whom he couldn’t save

But you tried to save them, and that was your doom
Now you lie close between them, and yet there is room
I’ll fall down beside you and cross to the Isle
Where the dead men of Ulster may yet see me smile
And there I will find you and there we will kiss
As we kissed at Loch Ness in the days of our bliss

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When Skylarks Sing in Spring (song)

When skylarks sing in spring, my love
My heart flies home to you
It rises joyous to the sun
Flies high above us everyone
And vanishes into the blue
When skylarks sing in spring, my love

My thoughts turn to our home, my love,
When wolves howl all around
I think of cakes and cups of tea
And how you touched me tenderly
All in our bed, without a sound
I think about our home, my love

My thoughts turn to your face, my love
When the rain pours down
I see both joy and sadness there
I run my fingers through your hair
And kiss away your lonely frown
I think about your face, my love

Now I have gone away, my love
As punishment for crime
I am my own worst enemy
There is no other remedy
No reprieve, I’ll do my time
Now I have gone away, my love

Look for me in the spring, my love
When skylarks take the air
A wandering beggar at your door
Will ask for just a little more
And suddenly you’ll see me there
Look for me in the spring, my love

When skylarks sing in spring, my love
My heart flies home to you
It rises joyous to the sun
Flies high above us, everyone
And vanishes into the blue
When skylarks sing in spring,
Look for me in the spring,
When skylarks sing in spring
My love

The Running of the Deer (song)

Come live with me and be my love, in the springtime of the year
Dance joyous with the honeybee, and with the running deer

May your heart always be happy and your singing always clear
May you run forever fair and free, with the running of the deer

Come and light the Beltane fires that promise fertile crops
Pull flowers from the woodland, and from the mountain tops

Drive the cattle through the flames, and leap the raging fires
Look into my loving eyes and see my heart’s desires

May your heart always be happy and your singing always clear
May you run forever fair and free, with the running of the deer

By hare and hound and trout and wren, by land and sky and sea
But the mighty lord of stags and the dancing honeybee

By the spin of moon and stars, and the cooing turtle dove
In the springtime of the year, come and be my love

May your heart always be happy and your singing always clear
May you run forever fair and free, with the running of the deer

 

Water of Life (Just give)

Hello friends,

I’m taking part in the Marie Curie cancer care charity 2013 Skinny Dip, on 2nd of June, in the chilly waters of the Firth of Forth! Marie Curie provides care for people suffering from cancer and can use all our support.

If you want to support my mad adventure, please visit my JustGiving page and give what you can:

http://www.justgiving.com/Paul-Milne-skinnydip2013

To learn more:

http://www.mariecurie.org.uk/en-GB/events/Skinny-Dip/

In grateful humility, I offer a poem of thanks:

Water of Life

Dark water floods my dreams
Erasing familiar things of life
Nothing now is what it seems
No more gentleness, or strife

I wade into the water, bare
Feel it compass me entire
Nothing hidden, all is there
And even submerged, the fire

Cannot be extinguished
A lesson I’ve yet to learn
The ordinary, the distinguished
All seek to join, and yearn

Yearn for the connection that the darkness brings
Where the waters soothe, and the mermaid sings