Nights of splendour
a distant hazy glow
Reckons a moment to remember
and honor the ancestors
My elders, the Celts
To contemplate the ancient inheritance
of forgotten skills and unspoken talents
The Renaissance Man
robed in a veil of light
woven by the threading of conceptualizations
of an open self-awareness.
Show me, with unencumbered sights
how to cut away uselessness and stagnancy
in an undertaking
of the climax of Daylight
for the re-innovation of my psyche
and of my world.
Help me to realize designs and purposes
which have gone forgotten
and promises yet to be remembered.