1.
He Rides The Sky
High in the sky
Two white doves fly
Freely in the air.
They see two lovers down below,
Lost in a sweet affair.
Two doves fly
Into darkening sky
Over rising cliffs and sea.
Beyond the gate of the curling clouds
To the Kingdom of the Sidhe.
They fly unto a palace that scales unto the moon.
They fly into a tower, into a shadowed room,
Where lonely King Midhir plays a mournful tune.
Two doves reveal all they’ve seen:
Ireland’s High King, and Ireland’s new queen.
A woman who’s eyes shine like emerald fire,
The love he lost
His sole desire,
And so the fates and fortunes conspire:
Etain is found again.
Not one second to waste
He rides in great haste
He’d ride to the stars above
Through wind, sleet, hail
His heart would not fail
To be with the woman he loves.
His love for her would never die
So he rides the sky
Over wind that blows.
He lost her as a dragonfly
So he rides the sky
To the North he goes.
2.
Be Near Me
Be near me when the stars are falling,
When the daylight is dying,
And worlds collide.
Hear me, when my heart is calling,
When my heart is crying,
To be by your side.
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Biography
Peter Francis Fahy is a graphic artist and performance poet who illustrates scenes and composes poetry dedicated to old Celtic romances. His work on The Legend of Etain, an epic Celtic myth and the oldest love story in Ireland, has been featured in Feile An Phobhail, Stendhal Festival of Art, The John Hewitt Bar, and heritage sites across Northern Ireland.
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