The Fading Mists Of Time Poem by Jim Scallan

I looked upon a soft green hill
Newborn lambs just down below
As the mist flows down the forest glen
I have to let it go.
I flail at the ethereal wall
‘Cailin Ban’ softly bids me in
As I succumb to her peaceful beauty
The mist gathers slowly upon my skin.

The swans upon the River Deel
Majestic grace upon the Shannon’s tide
Bring to the fore emotions
I had thought once deep inside
The mist returns and they are gone
The Abbey softly turns to grey
Castle, stark, behind my back
As the mist takes me on my way.

The rocky shore and the lonely boy,
The smile of the child in the early morn,
This mist it seems, a curse to me,
My heart continually torn!
I once thought it was a gift
To wander ages, so sublime,
I no longer wish to follow you,
The Fading Mists of Time.