Listen to the haunting Celtic song The Dark Island
Niamh prayed that her remaining lost dreams would find her! She climbed into the currach hoping her journey still led to the sacred spring. As a swan glided by in a dream of its’ own, the Lady Moon opened night’s starry veil. The long shimmering braid of her hair fell across the sea to the dark island. Niamh set course, but something over the side of the boat caught her eye. She recognized Bran’s pale face shining in the depths! Suddenly a young seal broke the surface and as he disappeared into darkness, Niamh thought she was floating on a swell of tears.
from my own Tales of the Tuatha de Danaan