I rest, I rest,
Under the sun.
No way, no way,
It can't burn.
I look up,
It looks down.
The glare, the glare,
I speak out my prayer.
The sun, the sun,
I want to be there.
The grass silky beneath,
As I blindly stare.

I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING AT ALL!

I don't dream
in Irish

because I don't know
enough Irish

to dream in
. . .ok.

Still the dawn chorus
seeps into my consciousness

with each bird screaming
first the robin then the wren

"Ní fhaca tú
aon rud ar bith!"

Now all the birds scream
like a brutal Babylon Berlin interrogation .

"NÍ FHACA TÚ
AON RUD AR BITH!"

Until I admit in English
"I didn't see anything at all!"

Then I wake up in terror
only it is still the dream.

I stumble through
the dream's labyrinth

and finally land on
my own two feet

arriving in
my own reality

with dream remnants
clinging to me.

"Is this the eyelash
of Shakespeare?"

"Cleopatra used hippo dung
as a face mask?"

"The oldest goldfish
lived to the ripe old age of 43."

Yesterday's morning TV is
alas still alive within me.

I listen to
"My tears in blue paint."

I groggily stir the porridge
and make a weak cup of Earl Grey.

Wot? Me!
"Ní fhaca  mé aon rud ar bith!"

love can do so many things it can twist your fate

take the love you had and turn it into hate

fill you with regret leave you in a mess

leave your heart in pieces fill you with distress.



though when love is true it last eternally

fills  your heart with joy sets your spirit free

a bond to last a lifetime as long as you may live

always in your heart there for you to give

wear a happy face take the blues away

make the world a happy place have a happy day

enjoy life to the full wear a great big smile

enjoy it while you can if only for a while.



just a little smile can make the world seem bright

fills your heart with happiness makes everything seem right

then when your feeling down you know just what to do

wear your happy face this will pull you through

As above, so below
If above have angels 
Where is the angels from below?