River Stream

Once ashamed,
Now enraged,
A spirit once free,
Now caged,
For it's everlasting eternity.

A once peaceful *abhaile hidden away,
Now clings to the last *beannacht of the day,
Screams that remain in the silence,
Hide away with impatience.

Once a dark and cursed wood,
Now filled with right and good,
The *buí of the sun in the air,
Matches the *bláth in his son's hair.

Myths retold,
Legends behold,
A lifetime's dream,
Now resides in a river stream.

(*Irish word{s}:
Abhaile = home
Beannacht = blessing
buí = yellow
bláth = flower )