Bhean sidhe

The flowing stream... A shape of a woman on its shore She’s washing my cloak Which was stained by the clay of time Her eyes are so sad and full of grief A flow of tears running on her cheek Her look tells me it all... Soon it’ll be the time to leave Three questions... I still had in my confused mind She answered to me With the riddles of time She took my hand... Without saying a word to me... ...and we fell... Into depths of the stream Changing this all...it’s just an eternal dream To raise the misty curtain of night I take the key...which will set me free That’s the final way I still could find I’m waiting for my sweet Bh