From the bosom of oblivion de Cales

Through oblivion i have been travelling for hundreds of years
hidden from your sight
passing your fates.
born by the night dark
into the deeps of blinding darkness
i penetrate everything.
i was a pool hidden in a thicket,
a spring breeze and a winter windstorm, too.
i guard worlds spun of dreams
beyond levels of double truths
under the signs of ogam.
it is me who rides on the saddled time.