Celtic Isle

December 25, 2008
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Adorned by memoir secrets we wrote,
Upon our backs by sadist cutting,
By our favourite place and favourite shell,
Which we snapped in two after a wish,

I wrote:
Frothy reef fingertips stretched from sea,
Just touching that storm behind blue eyes.

You praised and sang to me lullabies,
Just whiffs of your evening sigh as you
Slowly hollowed; staring into the marine
Mouthing the daily prayer set by mother

The sun enchanted me hither by blindness,
Following her path to meet her bleeding sunset,
The moon is for you to name sweet things to,
As you once did me, whisper them to the sea

And I’ll hear:
When you sit and cry to the captor of my soul
Still loving the charm reef knowing it holds me





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