Gathering Voices Around the Hearth Fire, with Ceolanna.   My guest today is, Phyllida Anam-Aire.  An author, wise woman, singer song writer, teacher of sacred gutha sounding and Celtic consciousness. Passing on her wisdom of working with Elizabeth Kubler Ross and stories of her experiences working with death and dying. The journey of our gathering together each morning singing, to support people through covid, or those who were feeling alone or dying.

Gathering Voices around the Hearth Fire with Ceolanna. Interview with Phyllida Anam-Aire.

Glass Skies drifts between dream and reality, caught in a world where time melts and colors whisper. The lyrics paint surreal scenes of weightlessness, emotional echoes, and shifting perception — like a lucid dream you never want to end. With poetic imagery and soft surrealism, the song invites the listener to let go, dissolve into the moment, and feel the strange beauty of not resisting.

Glass Skies bewegt sich zwischen Traum und Wirklichkeit, in einer Welt, in der die Zeit zerschmilzt und Farben flüstern. Die Lyrics zeichnen surreale Szenen voller Schwerelosigkeit, emotionaler Nachklänge und verschobener Wahrnehmung – wie ein klarer Traum, aus dem man nicht aufwachen möchte. Mit poetischen Bildern und zartem Surrealismus lädt der Song dazu ein, loszulassen, sich aufzulösen im Moment – und die seltsame Schönheit darin zu spüren, wenn man nicht mehr kämpft.

Glass Skies

My shadow’s humming old regrets
While neon gods place quiet bets
My hands turn silver, my tongue turns blue
The air is liquid, it’s pouring through

Glass skies, breaking into sound
I’m floating, but my feet are on the ground
Colors whisper, shadows kiss
I ride the waves, I don’t resist

The clock melts soft in a stranger’s face
Time runs backwards, it leaves no trace
I touch the silence, it shivers back
The night’s a canvas, the stars all crack

Glass skies, breaking into sound
I’m floating, but my feet are on the ground
Colors whisper, shadows kiss
I move like smoke, I don’t exist

My heartbeat’s painting circles in the air
The walls breathe smoke, but I don’t care
I’m just a ripple in a sleepless stream
And everything’s real inside this dream

Glass skies, breaking into sound
I’m falling, but I never hit the ground
Colors whisper, shadows kiss
I touch the blur, then let it twist




Glass Skies

“Circles of Shadow” is a dark, soulful journey through the depths of loss, transformation, and self-discovery. Each verse unfolds a story of struggle and resilience, guiding the listener through shadowed landscapes toward hope and light. Emotional and introspective, it evokes the quiet strength found in facing inner darkness.

New tracks tagged #Shadow and Light