Tir na nOg

I went, but not immediately, to the bird sanctuary. It's where I hover and eventually land in a copse of memory and desire. In the tall grasses it is restful, by the stone table, with ocassional wide wingspans blocking out the summer sun. Woods and fields are before and behind me, but I don't have to choose. I stay as long as I wish, half-slumbering, safely kept.There, I made some of the only wishes, some of which actually came true. Maybe that is why I fly there when guided to go to the most peaceful place.