Lauren wrote this poem based loosely on the opening line of Van Morrison’s “Into The Mystic,” a song that’s very special to us.

We were born before the wind 

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonfires of man were lit,

And across the emerald plain

Rode the phantom army of the night.

With the moon caught in their shadowy train

And the wind went rushing through the grass

As the phantom horsemen galloped past.

And when the last crumb dropped from the table

And the dogs began to snuffle round 

We drew the curtains closed and spoke

In whispers, lest we wake the town. 

But the shadows danced upon the wall

And the wind outside whispered secrets small

Of distant lands and ancient tales 

That only ghosts could know or tell.

And the silken threads of twilight danced

Across the velvet expanse of the night

Where phantasms roamed free, untethered

And mystery awaited, shrouded in mist.

Under the watchful eye of the celestial guardian

Our spirits soared on wings of pure fancy

Through realms of dreams, we chanced upon magic. 

While the moon cast long shadows across the land

We embarked on a journey through the heart of the mystic.

With every step, our paths intertwined like vines

Until finally, we reached the threshold of eternity

Where the fabric of space and time unfolded

Revealing the hidden tapestry of destiny.