What are dreams
at the beginning, the end
The effusions of the soul
in a journey through
time and pain
Captured translucent in
that golden amber
As though all eternity
descended for a brief
respite.
The kiss of the ancient
gods and goddesses
Caught in a vague memory
of life eternal
Swept through a tunnel
of emotion
Longing in a melancholy
and echoes of a
distant tribe
Green and gold and love
A thousand Celtic cries
then silence
And my dream
reflected in amber
January 15, 2000
Michael David Coffey
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