This song is a eulogy of sorts, written in McLean, Virginia 
the day after Jerry Garcia passed from this world into the next. 
His loss was felt like a tremor in the Force.  I found 
a magnificent ring on that day, set with a rainbow moonstone. 
It was a ring I had been seeking for a very long time. 
Centuries, perhaps.    That night in my hotel room, I fell asleep 
gazing into the moonstone.  I dreamed of Jerry, 
and of his journey through the veil. 
I have it on good authority that Jerry was half Irish 
- on his mother's side.  This is the story of his journey to 
Tir na n'Og, the way I saw it in the dream.K McGowan
 
 

Through the darkness first I saw her
beckoned by her mystic smile
an opal light that shines around
a priestess from a magic isle

Moving through the mist I follow
mesmerized by what I see
with a knowing glance she opens
the golden door ahead of me

Silent forces urge me
to free the man beneath the skin
The dream of the moonstone calls me
back to who I've always been

Running swiftly through the currents
of time and love, of hope and pain
where all that matters is the moonstone
and echoed whispers in the rain

Voices of forgotten heroes
recognize my spirit wild
Glimpses of an ancient forest
where the warrior was yet a child
Voices of forgotten heroes
recognize my spirit wild

Searching blindly for the meaning
of all that I have been before
And why this path that I now follow
forever leaves me wanting more

Silent forces urge me
to free the man beneath the skin
The dream of the moonstone calls me
back to who I've always been

And now I understand