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Fire in the sky

Fire in the soul

No where to go~

Chasing dreams

living hell

where to go~

Hanging on

letting go

no where to turn~

Watching the clock tick

the joy

the zest

laid to rest

where to

I go

into the fire

where my dreams

burn…

The path

of solitude

brings such

solace

to walk

among

the trees

as they

bloom

with their

baby green

leaves

it feels

like a

surreal

dream

an embrace

that asks

for nothing

and yet

brings

sweet peace,

Solace…

Rivers flow

life grows

life goes

The pain of

a lifetime

in a single

tear drop…

Lost and alone

afloat

adrift on an

ocean

with no name

gazing on a

sunset

wishing for

a life

a love

a way

home…

Rebirth…

Reborn…

SPRING…

Following the sun

coming undone

numb

find the light

hold on tight

rest weary one

the day is done

repeat

retreat

shine on

ride on

carry on

the light

the night

second sight

always fight

too bright

tears shine

sun shine

blood shines

another day

another way

following the sun

until I’m done…

My heart stands in a

faraway land…

Where the air carries the

scent of roses

and the water

tastes sweet.

My soul longs to come home

to the place I belong…

My ancestors left

the land

but the land

never left them…

I dream of this green land

and long for its

embrace~

a place of history and mystery,

poets and song~

My spirit cries to return

in life

but if I shouldn’t

make it

spread my ashes

where the

mountains meet the sea,

somewhere between

Benbulbin and the Slieve~

so that my spirit dances

with the ancestors

for eternity…

Remember

my dear children

your Irish blood

will always run

free…

In your hour

of loneliness

In a time

of pain

In those moments

of regret

drowning in tears

broken.

Remember

in time

loneliness passes

pain eases

regret melts

tears dry

We get up

again,

another day

to

Shine…

the sun stays longer

the nights warming

sounds of life

the longing…

soon

the world is

born again.

It has begun…

You rise

you fall

you shine

you shade

Into the shadows

Unto the shining

Wishs made

tears dried

Onto the glowing

then the gloaming…

Dandelion dreams

floating away

hold you like

the light

in the arms

of a noble

tree

Inside

I howl

or perhaps

wimper

into the cold winds

of the

snow moon~

In the ‘dead’

of winter

a flower grows

where did it

come from?

Where did it go?

Remember

in any season

we can bloom~

Mother Nature

teaches us

the ways

of old

if we listen

to our hearts

and our souls

we will know

the way to go

we continue

to grow

we bloom

even as the

winter winds

blow…

Bloom~