Tapping on a fence post with a hillside stone -
suddenly she came
sunbeam through cloud.
Look about you now
maybe you'll catch a glimpse
flitting behind grey rocks
or among the grouse chuckling in the heather
Never far away about she roams
Listen and she'll come to you
catch her silhouette upon the crest.
Sleeping in the heather
she caresses your cheek with flying mist.
The old Welsh certainly knew her name,
no one hereabouts can say it anymore.
Tap tap, stone on wood,
accidentally discovering the secret sign,
knocking on the door of the old king's cave.
Wordless presences, manifestations
December 1999. Revised 4 January 2003.