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