Mandolins and rainbows —by Míchealín Daugherty On a sultryday in rainbow’d rain You called me to your hearth Where lovely mandolin poured forth From youthful-vigour pain. ‘Twas Minerva guided me to thee A wreath of laurel twined With hemp, and roses made to wine ‘Neath secrets long kept deep. We danced among the sacred trees As Taltós played his pipe, ‘Twas sanctity from earthbound life Two lovers running free. We starry lamplight figures ran, Broke bread to hail the Moon And carried Venus-gifts in bloom, With dew from Juno’s band. Then Holly took the God of Oak And Blackmail took your soul But no man can match your worth in gold Nor m’heart could he revoke. ‘Cause Luperci still sings our song Weaves our passion into stars And I still love you from afar To you I still belong. Copyright © 2005 Ireland's OWN. Page last updated 25 Sep 2006 Ireland's OWN Logo & Faded Roses Background by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.