ForeverI want to grow old with you
Autumn walks through fallen leaves
Bare branches, stark in the sun
Hands clasped with a loving glance.
Winter comes, crisp and sharp
Days spent quiet, but with rich laughter
Frost and snow with the world dormant
Nights spent in a warm embrace.
Spring bursts green with life,
Our love as fresh as ever
Matches the season
Refreshed, each day sweet.
Joyous summer, days spent
Relaxed, nights on the balcony
At ease with each other
Our love eternal.
The ReturnIn sun-freckled frame, amber eyes
Dance with inexhaustible energy,
As russet hair performs
A last spiral dance,
In wind-wild joy.
I join the endless dance
With an eruption of inner delight
To the realisation that I am called
To return to the Mother
On this night.
I am summoned to Her sacred grove,
The waterfall and pool
Where I shall offer myself,
As a willing sacrifice
To the mother, in love.
AloneAt the bar
The last remains of her wine.
And pulls another cigarette
From its refuge.
Catches the landlord
With her fluttering fiver,
Orders another drink.
Listens with her feelings
To a saccharine song -
And stares at nothing....
The Works CanteenPerched in rows
Chatter climbs through the fumid air.
Nurse the last dregs,
As other hands
Claw a last cigarette from its retreat.
As the clock relentlessly passes time
"Alright ladies, back to work...."
An Amadaun-na-BrionaThe fatal fool, his mind a void
In dark depression, dances.
His touch is death, the final kiss
Of peculiar romances.
The fatal fool, amusement cold
Lies deep within his heart.
With pathos deep, his love is sold
To the purchasers of art.
Blind fools! Quoth he, do you not see
True love cannot be bought
As you bind the Mother with rivers of stone
That you really must be fought?