Ireland "My friend you would not tell with such high zest,to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old lie; dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"
All poems original Copyright of Niamh Price 385 followers / 8.4k words
I shed my skin. Winter take my petals, Leave me naked With the wind. Bare, you see me. Love's stunted growth? The leaves were Only ever a facade. Sweet Jesus, Let the sap taste as sweet As promises given In early spring. I shed my skin. Please love me still.
Come sail with me, far out into the rolling waves of Aquamarine. Peacefully between the endless black sea and the shimmering skies. Further and further... Drifting away from where we want to be, who we want to be. Come sail with me and dream of blue velvet dreams under the moon and stars. Until we get carried away by a Moonlight shadow as the heart of the sea breathes us, We slowly sink in the haunted remains of the Universe
The night claimed you for herself The moon, it stole your smile. The stars borrowed Your laugh. And the sky wore the midnight blue of your eyes. Dawn broke, like a cane on the back. And the morning wept.