The Mystery

I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,
I am the murmur of the billows,
I am the ox of the seven combats,
I am the vulture upon the rocks,
I am the beam of the sun,
I am the fairest of plants,
I am the wild boar in valour,
I am a salmon in the water,
I am a lake in the plain,
I am a word of science,
I am the point of the lance of battle,
I am the God who created in the head the fire.
Who is it who throws light into the meeting on the mountain?
Who announces the ages of the moon?
Who teaches the place where couches the sun?
                                     (If not I)
This poem is ascribed to Amergin, a Milesian prince or druid who settled in Ireland hundreds of years before Christ 
and is from the Leabhar Gabhala, or Book of Invasions.

The Forest...

The forest is dark and quiet and deep,

beware it lulls you to sleep,

there is a prize at the end of the wood,

life demands we seek what we could.

by Kevin Lenihan

The Treasure

In the forest there was a cave,

enter it she would not dare,

though treasure waits but for the brave,

and with the meek it will not share.

behind a mirror the cave lies,

at the bottom of a deep well,

where the tallest pines do rise,

and shadows cast their spell.

dare she would not...until one day she would,

guided by spirits of old,

housed where the temple once stood,

her old self she sold,

and cast all doubt aside,

then entered the cave,

where treasure indeed did lie.

By Kevin Lenihan

Sing a Song

Sing a song of remembrance,

of golden times to come.

of lost lovers and innocence,

in worlds that are yet to be won.

Of idle days and carefree hours,

memories dancing on the edge of vision.

a promised land of silver towers,

these thoughts are in collision.

By Kevin Lenihan