The wee cries
press out upon the chest
echoes out and through
till soon
it embraces the nights air
Fills the solitary moment
And leaves there its mark.

I watch
from the shadows of thoughts
where the lips quiver
the tears run their course
out and upon
the fine silk pillow case
To leave there the stain of the heart.

I watch the moaning
that rolls upon her loss
the long pain that stretches
across the wide brim
where the heart breaks, dies
fades into oblivion
A place of shattered souls
Here that gather, reside forever
Upon the desolate fields of emotions.

.................

I've heard the replayed dreams
That fill the memories
grips the foundations of their souls
and lingers out like a dying kiss
to ever haunt the nights abyss
Of nothing and of all.
Here, where the roots of humanity
tinge the fine lines of fate
dances the long voyage of the heart
And there closes the gate.


Alisdaire O'Caoimph

The day dresses the wanting hopes
that flood across the barriers of time
and somewhere in the momentum of the day
Fills and takes the mind away
Upon a journey into the deep
where spirited the soul releases its hold
and gains the frontier of stories old.

It is here where the shades of time
cross the long ticking beats that run
the outstretched embrace lore,
Upon the gentle winds we come to adore.
Here stands the ancients in all their glory
The unwritten lines, the oral story
That drifts upon the subconscious mind
the myths and beliefs of what we find
Held upon the glimmer, the silent dream
That fills our want like a running stream.
I see the Celts, dressed rich in glory
The old Gael wielding within the holy
That sanctum of delicious folk tales
That flows upon our tongue like a wind in sails.

I hear the whisper upon the mire
The hidden dream, the long desire
That cries out upon the fate of man
the reassurance of the common hand
That reaches across fate to bear
us out where the night does share
every fiber of what within us flows
The story that unending knows
These roots from we spring.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

That here in this twilight
where the Sun fades upon the gloaming hours
I draw my thoughts upon her form
where heart to mind amidst the storm
calls her name out upon the darkened skies.
Sighs,
for the want so great that fills my skin
the desire so burns deep its flame
That all I can do is dream a dream
Hope a hope and echo a prayer
That beside her will find me there
To hold the vision, the wanting need
to be always around and within
The structures of her day.
Is it strange or wrong to want as much
To feel the need within pang upon its cry
This delight that some how holds upon you
The texture that is my soul.
Love, this want, this need
here so gathers upon the mind
and rushes out in such a way
As to fill my world so bright.
Its not that I'm lost to you
that these feeling consume to much
Rather that in the fringe of my being
I understand, Know deep
This love longs your keep.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

The engines roar
Movement is ****** forward
Shaking in the vibrations of its force.

Looking out of the small window
I see the Earth passing away beneath us
Those green, green fields, that once held my dreams
Are fading into the distance
Those trees and hedges, that once echoed my soul
Will become in time tender past memories.

Lines are crossing the land below
Gray lines
Upon them matchbox replica's move to and fro.

Roof tops with chimneys bursting forth,
This world looks so different from up here
Little villages and towns scatter the patch worked quilt
A domain of little people, Leprechauns
I see myself down there, staring up, The Soul,
Waving farewell to its body.

Deep inside
Wells those tears of parting
Of saying farewell to the hearts final beat.

I lay back my head
Close to my eyes
Feeling the parting of friends and family, the place
I shall always call my home,
That land these hands have held, its texture
Like a women's Lily soft skin,
No soil on Earth clings stronger to the bone, no dream as bright
As dreams of journeys home.

In my silent thoughts
I hear the cries of friends,
Echoing the haunting voice of home and place.

Yet! I did leave her like an ungrateful lover,
And how she has grieved for her wondering companions;
Clinging to her children with every essence of her form
But I shall always dream of her,
Of her tenderness and her warmth,
Farewell my dearest Mistress, My aching heart.

Your Lover
Your child
Now has left your womb.

But I shall return dear breath, back to you
As the western Winds return again upon the Firth
To lay but once more within your arms,
to feel your form beneath my flesh
And like the fragrance that flows gently from your image
My Soul and Body,
Together with yours,
Shall forever roam.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

When was the last dream you had
that filled your heart to the deepest sad,
hurled you out of bed to the longing want
And left my image implanted strong.
The years dance their merry way
beyond the stars and that great milky way,
Where words matter little to the silence there.

But here, here I am,
Walking the desolate miles of time
between my own tormented days
memories that cling and wrap around
Like a new skin, and from it
All perceive the woes in me.
Yet I be, Be, as only a loner can
Living a life, that lies my existence
Portraying my smiles like a mask of ages.

I faded fast, Faded to the final rapture
that promised kiss and weighed dream
that final gasp, the torn sore
Till no more I cried, God! No more.
Is it strange that a man can be so subdued
A heart ruptures to bleed it's own demise.
Aye! Men too have their dreadful moments
We too die, fade to the lingering love
Fearing so the torments of promised bliss.

I roam where the angels hang in woe
the constant being of distracted mind,
Ever I try to fill this empty space
With all and anything that fades you to me.
Where is my heart? I oft do wonder
upon what moment did it pass and die,
And where upon the lonely streets and bridges
Of forgotten avenues have I parted it's way.
I know the spot, Know it well for the cry
That silently arose deep within
and heralded out upon the icy night
The deep painful resignation of my hell.

Yet I abide,
I live as an empty shadow of chaotic thought
that pressed all reality around and dilutes
All words spoken, emotion graced,
That never upon the pages of my being
Shall I allow the structure again to fill
And make Love a reality.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

I remember a bright summer's day
When the light seemed brighter more alive
and filtered through the branches of a huge Oak
And danced a sacred dance around the daisies beneath.

I heard a chorus of bird at play
watched them jump and fly from twig to twig
and somewhere in all this subtle perfection I,
Became lost in a world of neither regions.

It was here, that from within the edges of the wood
That all of a sudden life sprang like a fresh new breath
and I saw the perfection of every molecule of life
In radiant blaze and glory, filling, Filled.

I saw long past horizons arise and fade
at the speed of but a blinking eye
and all around in song Nature cried her deepest
Till swaying to the winds gentle toss, I awoke.

I stand firmly upon these ancient formless fields
That are filled with the core of man's Soul and blood
Joining us all in some sort of eternal rendition
Of all that life was meant to be.

Faded sighs hush the lullabies
of those that fell for the love of her
Casting upon the circles of formulation
The dreams of destinies child.

It's not oft that the world can so freely give
All that it's essence holds and draws
But once in a blue moon, or a strange summer's day
Life awakens to someone.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph