It was like a perfect storm
All the ingredients were there
It was like all the pieces had fallen into place
Taylor Swift was coming to Dublin for some gigs
My niece was a big fan of hers
I was a bit of a fan myself, she had some great songs and videos
She had just put out a new album and it was called
"The Tortured Poets Department"
Now I'd once written a funny poem (Electric funeral) and mentioned Taylor in it.

So my niece comes down to visit
And she asks "What have you been up to Uncle, I haven't seen you in awhile ?"
I looked at her a bit weirdly and then said real mysterious like
"It happened !"
"What happened ?" she asks a bit concerned,
"Taylor Swift happened".
"What! You mean you were at the concerts".
"Well, not quite... kind of".
"What do you mean ?"
So I explain "I once wrote this funny poem and Taylor Swift was in it, I posted it online
It has a lot of views"
Then I say "She must have read my poem and then read my other poems. Y'know she has a new album out, you know what she's called it ?"
"Yes! she replies "it's called... isn't it called The Tortured Poets Department"
"You see!" I say as if it's self evident, "my poems they inspired her new album. So of course when she came to Dublin she wanted to meet me...  I was summoned... to go up and see her backstage
I was ushered into her presence
She had this lovely friendly welcoming smile just for me
And I could feel straightaway there was this... this chemistry, this spark there between the two of us
So I said to her "Careful now Taylor, if you ever fell in love with me girl
You'd start writing even better songs".

There is a reason I love hill

It is not a forest
            a field
      in the grass

There is another reason I love hill

Hill, no direction.
      no height or base
      can lie down.

Really, there is a reason I love hills

Hills, Nostalgia
        There is a future
        There is bare feet

Where two meet, there is a Squiggly road
                                        there is a hug of healing.

This could be the brightest love or the hardest heartbreak
You whisper my name as we stay up too late

Where did you come from? Where have you been?
I’ve been waiting for you to arrive; Please, love, come in.

Your smile brightens my world
I look for you in the night sky
You’re now my own personal drug; I’ve never felt quite this high

My mind’s thoughts are now only of you
Your lips, your eyes, and your dreams too

This could be the brightest love or the hardest heartbreak
I want to know every inch of you, no matter how long that takes

These thoughts just keep coming, visions of you kissing me. This turned into something quite effortlessly.

The way I’ll feel when you’re standing right there
Another vision starts and now you’re touching my hair
I look up at you and you look down at me
For the first time in my life I’m not afraid to be seen

You’ve re-sparked a passion that’s been hidden within me
How did this turn into something so naturally?

Your mind is a maze that I can’t wait to forego,
Finally, I feel as if I am home.

This could be the brightest love or the hardest heartbreak
If it is the latter,
Let me die before I wake.

I'm an athlete.
I can throw and catch,
and run in the sun-
all shiny and bright.
And you just sleep, sleep, sleep.
Look at me, mama.
I'm a writer.
I do poetry and stories,
all pretty and pink,
and all you do is,
sleep, sleep, sleep.
Look at me, mama.
I can dance.
I'm lonely,
I'll move to France,
meet a woman, get married.
Look at the ants crawl through
the spilled red juice on
the grass; nature everywhere,
as you sleep, sleep, sleep.
Look mama,
look at me, mama!
I have children now,
all good and wise,
you're a grandma.
Why don't you wake up?
Please look at me, mama.
I'm lonely and afraid.
I'm old now, and cold,
and you still,
just
sleep, sleep, sleep...

I’ve always loved the ocean.
The way it cradles the shore with gentle waves,
Glinting under the pale moonlight.
How it hums a lullaby, steady and soothing,
pulling at my heartstrings with every flow.

The canvas of blue is endless,         
Shifting hues on the horizon.
A mirror to the soul, vast and unfathomable.

As I sit here thinking drowning in my thoughts and tears basking in the pale calming moonlight memories come rushing back of her and all I can think is that the moon looks beautiful tonight but fails in the heavenly place that is her eyes