Emerald Isle

sitting upon the rocks oval bleached souls with stone hearts watching the waves rise thoughts drift away into another world obscured by cryptic currents on the crest you sit on the tempest long-haired temptress enticing with your mermaid vice crashing waves carpet galloping onto sands the white steed crashes as sea lime backslides salt upon this earth breathe wild and free I hear the seagulls cry echoing off cliffs where white skull prey lays one moment smiling then washed away I found my Shangri-La amidst black tidal pools of misted mirrored pearl drops that fall then stop breathing in sea air leaving a little love upon the golden sands a sailors burial ground in the emerald Isle © Liam McDaid/Kim van Breda—March 2016