In my head
In my head the Awen flows
With waves of glowing shapes and sounds
Painting pictures of what might be
And demanding a homage of poetry.
In my mind a Muse sings sweet
With gentle voice and subtle notes
A wind in the forest of my soul driving me
Bringing words to birth in song.
In my depth the Land cries forth
Solid and strong, never yielding or rushing
Building under pressure from all ages
To an explosion of living art.
In my soul a Light glows bright
A fire of inspiration to wake the dead and change the living
Consuming all that stands before it
Burning the veil between the worlds.
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