Kevin Brodeur

Journeys End - Poem by Kevin Brodeur

Celtic at Heart I know your near
for I can first hear the music
of the ancient ones
when I've traveled near

and I've wandered the earth
like a black throated wind searching
for a soul but found nothing but emptiness

I had to dance with the demons and monsters
I made along the way
and with one random act
of kindness you made me a friend

I've come aground upon your shores
looking to find rest not knowing
it is I who is the tempest

so my journey begains
with the words from your thoughts...

and with your words I would want to be more
and with your words my soul soars
and with your words theres a beckon of light and hope
and with your words I find rest I found a soul
and with your words Im I holding you to high
have I gottin... gottin in too close
my sweet Celtic at Heart my sweet lady

I thank you for the dream
of being more then I Im
more then I could ever be

when that moment of clarity that morning brings
I hope to find your words again and again
they will be a comfort to me on my journey to the end

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011

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