28 April 2006

Mo bhron

oh love (the rain is falling)
will you look on me when
I lie long on your grave

eyes blinded with salt-water,
tracing the letters of your name,
over and again until the

letters rhyme with the beat of
my heart echoing back, a
sad refrain, oh love, my

lost one, my soul will fly
across the sea to meet yours,
to comingle in the mist

at once together and apart,
watching the waves crashing on the rocks,
as the seabirds wheel and cry

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