Green Dreams

Poetry by Diana Hoagland

Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Celtic Soul, all branches from the same tree

Carry liquor and cigarettes in our blood, we consume them like candy, but they don't consume us

Dancing and flying in the night like vampires, cloaked in a place somewhere between black and white

Spirit followed, nature infused, connected to the past, looking to the future

Green, deep green, shamrocks, colorful flowers, perfume and incense, Gothic energy, intense and passionate blood, loyal to the end, we fight for what and whom we love and believe in, we are unmistakable

Look in them deep sea Irish, Celtic eyes, if you don't see it, you will feel it

More stubborn than the mule that walks beside us

Head held up in pride of who and what we are, where we came from and what we stand for

It doesn't matter where we Paganistic Gypsies go, Celtic, Druids, we stay the same, when she calls us we always come back home, never really immigrating, just passing through

We follow the art, grace, intellectual pursuits and sensuality the same as the French, the Italian, the Spanish, etc, do, European glory, we keep moving, dreaming, going, self educating, drifting, our restless souls

Its difficult for our bodies to carry our souls, we often destroy ourselves, but we don't destroy others

Green blood runs in our veins, Druid masters, Castles on the Hill, simple and complex

Loud and untamed, full of smiles, laughter and tears

Spiritual, not religious, most of us accept God exists and speak to him, but we also know...

Green dreams, here and now we serve thee, we live and die in our music, we stop when the bagpipes are played, strikes something that makes us one, so if possible just love our Celtic Eyes and so now we can be done

© 2007 Diana Hoagland

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