Uisge Beatha v2

From patience

born and blessed,

and land undressed,

then slow to gold

by copper drips;

to scented breath,

the warm perfume,

of peat and bloom

and voices past

that linger known;

in smokey songs

of sweetest prose,

and vanilla nose

on fiery heart

and sleeping oak;

to take in sips

for communion,

and soft reunion,

of silence and self

and glory days.