Fairy land is where I reside, she is my memories retrospective damsel in this dress of perfumed petals and no thorns and if she responds and say yes then I will know for sure that she too is living in Tir na Nog and how coincidental that we both wash up from Atlantis in Roaring Water Bay, she in a castle, and I the wandering minstrel, jester!


Ps

In 1968 at the Crofton Hotel in Bray Ireland
I served her breakfast, I was 17 & she 19. We
never met since, but I am opposite Kilcoe castle
where she resides, sometimes. Should I knock?