Tonight the moon is beautiful, a perfect crescent in the sky. The stars are out and the fireflies line the walk to the meadow. My house is quiet and for the first time in some days I have a moment to myself. The days before have been lost in sleep, the moments alone escaping me. […]

Under the Moon

I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a while; Nor Uladh, when Naoise had thrown a sail upon the wind; Nor lands that seem too dim to be burdens on the heart: Land-under-Wave, where out of the […]