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



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