I am changing with the weather
Transitioning with hopeful eyes
Yearning for a positive outcome
This time

Sometimes with the sun on my back
Others with the wind in my hair
But this thunder forever remains
In my chest

Sunshine won't change how I feel
Cloudy thoughts still steam up inside
What a way to go through life, eh?
All alone

Seasons mean nothing in Ireland
It rains more in summer than not
Colour me pink but I'll still be blue
Deep down

fits clutched against the bed sheets
pulling in strides as I come
holding on to that moment of ultimate control

"when did I lose my mind?" she asks no one in particular.
"was it morning? were the birds singing?"
" I don't know my love. It is hard to say" I respond.
She sighs, "I only hope that it was beautiful. That the sun was shining. "

You were as beautiful as the rain
And just as scarce
My love for you a river
Yet the Sun has run it dry
For I gave and you took eternal
Though the sky grew bloated
And the clouds drank their fill
They slowly blew to distant lands
And rather watered their fields
So if you are rain
And I a river
Carving through the glen
I gave freely from my banks
Yet you have brought my famine

Faces forlorn, one frozen moon,
Eyes of mine, but clouds of stars,
Sea shells are pale, fairest debris
And not a neckless you once gave
To me, the ocean is a muddy flood,
A container for tears, rain without end
Even the sun in sky is small without joy,
Even birds in flight leave, not enthralling,
And scattered pines that line the moors,
Are lost to shivers in the dark wide opens,
Little things are all about, surrounding me,
Little things reminding of us, hounding, see,
Small wee things are in coldness and queer,
Little things mounting each day of the years,
O how little things alight were once so dear.