solas suas an dorchadas ( light up the darkness) old irish tongue
by brandon-nagley
I locked mineself
To her leg;
I swallowed the key
I shackled mineself, into her head.
I seeketh not to be free
By wordly standard;
The great architect
Showed me, I'm free with her, tis she is mine lantern.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication