lost in the mystical hazel wood
a rush of surreal energy leads my way
strange voices sharing tunes of heart
capturing my attention with their magic

o'sullivan bards of my ancestry comfort
smiling as they notice my claddgah ring
inspiring them to perform curtin's reel
tears begin streaming down my face

a dear coyne goose lands on my hand
eager to tell of my county armagh roots
promising me that no dark forces will harm
enouraging me to stand strong and thrive

a mysterious mist quickly surrounds me
discovering that i am floating on a cloud
such an exhiliarating feeling of freedom
nothing will ever be the same for sure...

"17" riordan shadows with radical shivers :):):)

DREAM~~~DARE~~~DIVE!!! :):):)