A Cage To Hold My Dreams
The Heathered Slopes Near Baltimore
I walk with one whose heart does not respond
across the heathered slopes near Baltimore
The crashing sea, of which I've grown so fond,
throws up its whitened spray along the shore.
The headland here, a million years at least
of wind and rain has shaped its noble brow
and all of it, on which the senses feast
our sterling God has spread before us now.
We watch as through the ocean's timeless roar
encircling seagulls dive like falling darts
How strange it feels, to be at heaven's door
and still have in one's breast a beating heart
Now breathes the rising wind across the grasses
graceful as a dancer on his toes
skipping, rolling, whispering while it passes,
planting sloppy kisses as it goes
I sit with one whose love will not be mine
on rocks where countless centuries have passed
and if I am mistaken, soon we'll find
if fate has kept its best surprise till last
But while I have such beauty here at hand
I'd move no stone, nor earth a single gram.
I'm woven in the fabric of this land
and heaven's just one step from where I am.
Baltimore, Co Cork 050403
