I fear no life after death
annhilation a word so scary

my family in Ireland
tales of wee folk mystic fairies

green the Dublin park
brown Trinity library

yesterday she spoke of Notre Dame
as I drove home from Cary

If my love were with me tonight
shower then strawberries

but my mind is often broken
I wait although she tarries

Her hair was long and brown
Her kisses red like cherries

                            Women!