Description: In an attempt to generte a theme, another quasi religious poem. This one is about the Souls journey of death and rebirth in Celtic mtyhological cycles.
I am descended from heaven
on the rays of the sun
I am an Oak
I am an Acorn
I am a Salmon
the thumb of Finn
pressed against lips and tongue
possessing all knowledge
I am the second between
the ages of heroes
existing but not recorded
in this place
between places
perfectly manifest
I am an Eagle
I am an Arrow
I am Decay
passing through time
like a river
I touch all things
and ascend to heaven
on the rays of the sun
Very cool, I like it. it didn't rhyme but then again it did, you know...it flowed, that's the word. Could you please check out some of my works becuase if people don't review, I can't write, and I need to write some more! But anyway, I've been posting this on every comment I do, so great job, and keep it up.
Submission Name: Immram
