MY SIDHE WOMAN

She is my Sidhe Woman,
elusive faerie fae,
where does she hide her loveliness,
where is her hidden ley.

My Lady talks with falcons,
with hawks and eagle birds
whilst weeping midst the roses
the night-bird’s lost for words

at the beauty of the Summer-Land,
at maidens ever young,
knights on silver horses
and trees where apples hung,

where everything’s included,
the rebel errant child,
the hooded executioner,
the lost ones in the wild.

She hides inside the moonlight
and when the veil is thin
she waits with arms extended,
and calls “Come, enter in.”

Come enter in her Other-World
across the crystal lake,
let’s follow where she leads us,
My Lady, in her wake.

Tom.x.