Lauren wrote this poem based loosely on the opening line of Van Morrison\u2019s \u201cInto The Mystic,\u201d a song that\u2019s very special to us. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We were born before the wind\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Also younger than the sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ere the bonfires of man were lit,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And across the emerald plain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rode the phantom army of the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With the moon caught in their shadowy train<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the wind went rushing through the grass<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the phantom horsemen galloped past.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n And when the last crumb dropped from the table<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the dogs began to snuffle round <\/p>\n\n\n\n We drew the curtains closed and spoke<\/p>\n\n\n\n In whispers, lest we wake the town.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n But the shadows danced upon the wall<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the wind outside whispered secrets small<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of distant lands and ancient tales <\/p>\n\n\n\n That only ghosts could know or tell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the silken threads of twilight danced<\/p>\n\n\n\n Across the velvet expanse of the night<\/p>\n\n\n\n Where phantasms roamed free, untethered<\/p>\n\n\n\n And mystery awaited, shrouded in mist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Under the watchful eye of the celestial guardian<\/p>\n\n\n\n Our spirits soared on wings of pure fancy<\/p>\n\n\n\n Through realms of dreams, we chanced upon magic. <\/p>\n\n\n\n While the moon cast long shadows across the land<\/p>\n\n\n\n We embarked on a journey through the heart of the mystic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n With every step, our paths intertwined like vines<\/p>\n\n\n\n Until finally, we reached the threshold of eternity<\/p>\n\n\n\n Where the fabric of space and time unfolded<\/p>\n\n\n\n Revealing the hidden tapestry of destiny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lauren wrote this poem based loosely on the opening line of Van Morrison\u2019s \u201cInto The Mystic,\u201d a song that\u2019s very special to us. We were born before the wind\u00a0 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-120","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=120"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123,"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120\/revisions\/123"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=120"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=120"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/veedenfleece.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=120"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}