My Celtic Dream

Your shirt on the chair, boots by the door, moon on the bottle, spilled on the floor

I'd sworn I was done

Cold as December

Then your laugh in the dark

Made my bones remember

Wake me, lover

From this winter skin

Breathe me open, pull the wild thing in All the ash on the heather, on the tangled

green You're my fever returning, my Celtic dream

You trace old stories down my spine Names of the saints I left behind

Rosaries scattered, beads in the sheets

You kissed every doubt, 'til it forgets to speak

Wake me, lover, from this winter's skin

Breathe me over all the wild and end

All the ash, all the heather, all the tangled green

You're my fever returning, my Celtic dream