Dust and Dreams-A Journey
A Fair Irishman (Loss)
A FAIR IRISHMAN
Ode
Ah, sweet dreams of days gone by,
Sweep past as waters of the tide,
Recalling laughter, ever afters,
I've caught the ship, I've done to mast her,
Could ever you and I live again?
Can broken spirits never mend?
Can tender touch, doth melt the ice,
Of remembering; shattered, life demise?
Oh, sweet child, touch thy heart,
Break through thy mast, winds torn apart,
Rescue me from thy shreds of ruin,
Eternally, thy last dove flew in.
Farewell
Oh, sweet child, goodbye to you,
Sit I to sing thy mere song of blue,
There stands one lone soul, now ever true,
Ah, such time passages shall I rue!
Love still be thy wondrous light,
Yet not to thy souls that lie in strife,
Of joyous glow, thy sun a knife,
Forsaken, from my Irishman.
2002
Cristine M. DiMario
