I mo chroí istigh

Before the Frost,
the world was ours for the taking  
Love embraced us,
and we dared dreaming Greater than any form could hold.  
Foolishly, it may seem,  
for the ice tide had yet to flood the graveled road  
where we played hide and seek    
among planets and stars  
   
It rolled in with mystery and sorrow;  
in the blink of an eye  
By magic too great to fathom,  
even for an open mind.  
   
And it was all over out there in the open deserted landscape  
few moments of breaths and astounding gasps,  
this ripping sensation tumbled in  
this tone of incoherency and shock.  
And suddenly, the world had lost a loved one  
an Angel, as it were  
Before I knew what happened  
I'm accompanied by nothing.  
   
You see, Time,  
she's her own conscious deity;  
ringing her hour in our ears,  
ripping into our hearts and wounding, Knowingly,  
presenting Choices  
to each soul    
passing by  
   
"Do you want to Live or Die? Are you ready or not?"  
   
It is our Birth Right to Choose, after all, and our Souls answer from the core.  
How could we Choose so different?  
   
I wonder what memory of Love lost  
doesn’t weaken the human heart and its belongings;  
tear it to shattered shards of crystallized sand corns  
on lonesome graveled roads  
   
For my human self, this form chosen  
has walked miles upon miles to burn memories off of its feet  
and cursed the dreams for their lingering seduction,  
Enabling Hope,  
as if I could wish back wings and feathers  
and create an Angel out of dust.  
   
I choose Life, wave after wave,  
It's clearly screaming from my core  
To not miss you    
when choices are to be made    
another Time around