Sat here with the clock
and its tickety tock.
There's holes in my heart
and holes in my socks.
The wallpaper peels,
reveals wallpaper from,
two decades before,
when we were still young.
Now aged with the years,
covered over in time.
Lost to the new,
lost to our eyes.
Its beauty, still present,
so I peel back some more.
Listen to records
and lie on the floor.
The ripples of smoke
swirling to the ceiling
kinda portrays
the way that I'm feeling.
Floating around
always lost to it all.
My mood just like wallpaper
can rise and can fall.

The mist lifts slowly,
like the darkness outside.
Light then returns,
bringing sight to the eyes.
The flow of the Liffey,
calm like the breeze.
That runs with my thoughts,
out into the sea.
Into the bay,
out past Howth Head.
Thinking of people,
some breathing, some dead.
The heroes, the villains,
the loved and the scorned.
In Dublin city,
all have been born.
In Dublin's fair city.
Alive, alive-O!

Hold me as I sleep tonight,
kiss me as I slip away.
Deep within the the realms of dreams,
lie with me and end today.
Pray for me and my poor soul,
but know I love you more each day,
I'm sorry for the hurt and pain,
sorrier that I can't stay.
That darkness that has followed me,
has failed to bring those brighter days.
I'm sorry that we ever met!,
sorrier that I cant stay.

I've a feeling I've been at war before,
but I couldn't say which one.
I sometimes hear the rattle,
the chorus of the gun.

Its resonates inside my dreams,
I own a different face.
Still I have a feeling
my soul was at this place.

Where children on the street are crying,
some don't cry at all.
Bodies in the rubble,
far to young to fall.

Upon the reign, the greed of men,
the power that they crave.
The forgotten leaves of autumn,
fall softly on their graves.

A part of me remembers,
the horror and the pain.
Fighting for the right to live
crying in the rain.

In some trench, under some flag,
a long long time ago.
Those forgotten comrades,
dying in the snow.

It's those forgotten comrades now,
in my dreams they glow.
Those lost forgotten comrades,
dying in the snow.



#WAR  #DREAMS

As the night collapses to the dawn of a new day,

I start to feel the seasons changing,

Mother Nature rearranging,

for now in gentle sways.



And as my bones lie weary,

maybe tired from the fight?

I can feel my body aging,

old thoughts and fears all rearranging.

As summers birds take flight.



So now with the Autumns harvest,

the seeds we failed to sow.

I can feel a yearning,

and life with all its learnings.

Life with all its learnings,

must surely help us grow.