VOID 🌀 :
Memories call to me,
From the land of my birth,
I am cut lose to wander.
Amongst the wandering crew,
Abroad in mind,
Abroad in nature.

MyrninAsterSnow ❄️:
The wind blows strong, across the sea,
As the waves carry me.
I am a leaf, carried by the wind,
Far from my roots again, but within,
My memories call, from lands of old,
I long for home.
Should I listen to the call?
Or keep adrift with memory's gifts?

VOID 🌀 :
Stray thoughts accompany me,
Speaking in Rhyming statutes,
Reminding me of the Celtic soul.
Whose ancestry bold and strong,
Cut loose the...