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.