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tinhuvielartanisThey want to put music to a poem I wrote for their harpist a long time ago when I was so in love, I was out of my mind. Oddly they weren't known as Selkie at the time I wrote the poem and their new name was suggested by the harpist himself.
Odd how things cycle around....
SELKIE
The soul of the Selkie I see in your eyes,
the depths of the oceans, the dream of the skies,
the mystery of ages, the holiest strains of
the chants of the sages in the November rains.
On cliffs above Greymere I seek out your song
weaving an ebbtide and floating on foam.
You answer me graciously with stormclouds and wind
and the music of nature your sea lions send.
So beautiful are you O Son of the Sea!
Calling the wave forth to crash unto me.
The spirit, the vision, the magick I hear
for the love of the Selkie on the Cliffs of Greymere.
(c)11 January 1998
Odd how things cycle around....
SELKIE
The soul of the Selkie I see in your eyes,
the depths of the oceans, the dream of the skies,
the mystery of ages, the holiest strains of
the chants of the sages in the November rains.
On cliffs above Greymere I seek out your song
weaving an ebbtide and floating on foam.
You answer me graciously with stormclouds and wind
and the music of nature your sea lions send.
So beautiful are you O Son of the Sea!
Calling the wave forth to crash unto me.
The spirit, the vision, the magick I hear
for the love of the Selkie on the Cliffs of Greymere.
(c)11 January 1998
