Avalon Calling
© 2026 There is a whisper on the wind that soothes me late at night when Despair holds my heart in its iron grip and I’ve drifted from the Light It sings to me of Avalon and green-golden summer days of cheery finches and apple trees and ripening of the hay Of mossy rocks and silver streams and swans floating on a Lake of Dreams and with this vision of peaceful bliss and loving calm and happiness is a song so pure of chords so true that twice I turn my head and search to see if the God is wandering with me in the forest too Each time I visit this Sacred Land of Silver birch and Beeches grand I leave a little more of my heart there entranced in dappled forest glades and when I awaken in this time and place a part of me remains dancing, with the twilight shades And though I sit here far away and there’s heartbreak stealing the sun from day for just a while my Heart stops its tears and lays to rest its doubts and fears and following the echo of a love before my dreamtime steps lead m...