Like the waves breaking onto the shore

your love broke into my life.

Like the wave you retuned

to the sea.

Here I sit and watch the waves.

Eye of Seoirse.




When you a reach out in search of an angel,

A soul to share your words.

But only echo’s return from the empty walls,

In this cell we call life.

The world sees the designer book cover of our life,

but never reads the words written within.

Looks at the smile on our lips,

Misses the loneliness in our eyes.

Laugher on the outside,

Empty echo’s inside.





where is the door.

Eye of Seoirse

Am I gone

I love to read and think deeply about the meaning of things. I saw a man today who has failed badly in his health over the last few months. And it got me thinking, this man is a very religious person who believes he is going to a better place after death. So I’m thinking, if we continue to live after are bodies die. How do we know we are dead? Yea I know, strange person. But it’s from these I try and express my emotions or thoughts in verse/poems. So below is:

Am I gone.

I held my heart up to the light.

To see if it still loved.

All that was revelled.

Was none of the above.


I held my soul up to the light.

To see if it was bright.

But all that I could see.

It was dark like night.


I held a mirror to my breath.

To see it it was there.

The only thing to be seen.

Was no reflection there.


No love in my heart.

No light in my soul.

No reflection in the mirror.

I can no longer be there.


Seoirse 21/08/17

Colour will return


Sometimes on the journey in life a darkness can get a hold of us. No one knows when or how it will happen. Our minds pull all colour from life and leaves many sitting in darkness. For some it gets to much, life ends. Others hang in and you climb out from the dark towards the light. It can be slow and painful, colour starts to bleed into your life again. Fog turns to mist and then the sun burns that off. Welcome back mind.

Love to all being,

Eye of seoirse.

The Candle

The Candle.

When the candle of life burnt bright.

Flames danced in the past, present and future.

Light of ideas and dreams of our home.

Our life watching the water and land changing with the seasons.

Then one day it was over.

I sit in a room, wondering what is my purpose.

The candle that lit my life, my dreams gone.

What changed in me, what changed in you.

Now I can only live in a place.

Never our home. Never a home.

Maybe the candle burnt out.

Perhaps in a lot of lives, the candle needs replaced.

New dreams shared, new eyes to see.

To see the change in the light.

To keep the candle burning bright.

Eye of Seoirse.



Alone with my thoughts

Emotions swell within

the clock tick’s down

And life changes

Soon I leave this place

to go where

I don’t yet know

Alone I travel on

Anger words

are not to blame

Silent words

never spoken are.

The place that

Touched my soul

A place I

Called home

Our dream

Where our life

A vision inspired

I no longer am.


Eye of Seoirse

Behind these eyes.

Behind these eyes.

Silent footsteps cross the wooden floor

Sitting at the window overlooking the lough

Whispering words , happy and sad,

whisper  from the walls of The Wee Place


Has a tear breaks, tracks slowly across my cheek

Swallows skim across the lough

Birds sing in the spring air

An empty chair, sits there.


Now dreams lie shattered

like cherry blossoms spilled by wind

Thoughts tumble like stormy clouds

Emotions hurt, I close the door.


Time goes forward, never back

When Memories fade and time slips by

No matter where my head rests

My dreams lie in Our Wee Place.



Eye of Seoirse