Manannán mac Lir
rider of the crested sea
waterManannán rides a chariot over the waves as easily as over a plain, hiding the isles of the blessed behind his mists; to dream of him is to sense a further shore you cannot yet see, waiting patiently past the fog.
Fragments
He shakes his cloak between two lovers and the sea itself rises to keep them apart, grey and endless, so that neither can find the other again.
Beyond his mists lie the apple-islands where no one grows old, and his boat needs neither oar nor sail, only the wish of the one who steps aboard.
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