An Irish Redemption
An Irish Redemption
Downtown lights glimmer off in the beckoning distance
I watch them twinkle a dewiness as I lie,
safe and sweet in the fresh softness of the Irish linen
Watch them lights reflect starry halos off the deep dark bay tonight.
This harbor a mirror to my soul, glittering black, like a miner’s coal...
wood carved cherry oak, plush vinyl, rain battered glass, a setting
to remember I insist;
their voices hovering, yet their songs I am forgetting…
to know I cannot resist.
The ebbing tide retreats, a salty mistiness on my skin,
I see his wings caress as they unfold. I see his prey.
A quick dive to catch, and then…
He and I fly away.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2011
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