A Celtic ode to love…

Fair-haired maiden,
where have you gone?
I miss your beautiful and hauntingly ethereal song.
I know that you loved me, 
and I know it as true, 
so why do I feel like I’ve done something wrong?
Is it the fact that I’ve so far failed to save you? And the enchanted forest that eagerly awaits you? Whose literal scientifically quantifiable potent *white* *magic* has become now barely a thought. Like a long dried up desert that’s going through an unending and powerful drought. 
For what it’s worth, 
I am genuinely sorry for not helping you sooner. 
Sad as it is, we must strive to move on, gather our wisdom and strengthen our bond. But what is *life* without a little *magic*? 
An ancient wishing well is waiting to reconnect once again with the primordial waters that gather in metaphysical ponds throughout the universe.
As long as there’s *light* there will always be flickers of hope, 
no matter how distant the message or how much you think you can cope. As long as your lifeboat stays intact and afloat there is still time for vital evolution and growth. Please change your ways? Please? For *me*?