“About”

When asked what makes me tick, I replied

NOD had this tale of a band of Celtic warriors

When asked what sustained them in the midst of Christendom

They said

The strength of our hands, the truth in our hearts, and the promise on our lips

And for me it’s all G

My hands, my heart, my lips

All say G

The strength behind my hands 

The heart that is hers

And her name, G, bursting upon my lips

I dunno how a technological illiterate finds love in this new world

Are sustained by the sight of enchanted Beauty

Fresh rain bringing new life at every sight

She makes me tick

Or, if I was a Fianan, in the woods, in the midst of Christendom

I’d say she sustains me

It’s her love that keeps my universe

My land of magic and mythology, alive