i just wrote this tribute poeme concerning the emerald island 4 saint patrick's day. i know i know. that's like so behind. i've never been to ireland myself but i feel its soul beneath me every day. i hope u enjoy its gifts. feedback is appreciated n encouraged. take care now. signing off from rockland county. home of the palisades mall.
"Down the Long Road"
the irish sea rushes in
exhaling its particles onto the shore
like the cold northern winds
chasing clouds
through the orange sky
a mercurial sky of fire and ancient beauty
these stone walls cannot separate our cherished history
where divine love was the highest dream
i remember sweeter days
cradling my love's freckled arms
i could measure the location of the stars
with each birthmark on her face
i hear the wanton music of the dance
an ensemble of violins weeping in the distance
the percussion of lust continues to march on
there's a country hearth in which i never visited
seen the lush green fields
that stretched past the rainbow of eternity
her endless rows of golden hair
lips so fair and bright
that slanted nose that pointed towards england
an irish gentleman
elegantly dressed
yet not overly sophisticated
a man of respect and character
where there are more sinners
in the upper country
this strange life is part of my beautiful journey
without an established home
where i profess
to ramble on
i wait for these dreams to unfold
to embrace my love for her
the truth of this matter
whispered by faeries
is she never loved again
