Drums of the Heart 
 

I remember the moors and the sound of the sea

I remember your heart beating next to me

I remember the dawn in the circle of stones

As it shot through the ether into our bones 
 

Long has the winter of this soul endured

The blindness of sorrow as the soul’s night furled

Around and above the sacred song

And quenched all the lore of the Ancient One 
 

But I am the eyes now I can’t help the seeing

And you have returned and your soul is seething

It is time to remember the ancient power

That runs in our veins in this present hour 
 

Take up the sword of the father of lights

And cut through illusion and sorrow and blight

And gather the stars from the heavens of love

And wrap them around us on earth and above 
 

While I pour the waters of love on our wounds

And you play the songs of the old Druid tunes

And the drums of the heart beat out a new start

As we weave up the spiral back to the stars 
 

Aine ©