Lit

Wind washes through
the willows weeping
starry skies
sees I'm not sleeping
all around
the bushes creeping
moonlit eyes
motionless, peeping,
I envision you
and of tomorrow
thinking thoughts
of time we borrow
and how so much life
ends in sorrow
teary eyes,
brows bent furrow
while I ponder
this a while
memories of you
still make me smile
even if life seems
some days a pile
of blood and guts,
shite and bile,
I know that
when we boil it down
it's better to be
in passions drowned
than to rot
above the ground
amidst the beauty
all around
for life's adventure
made of folly
despite tragedy,
Frida and the trolley,
the poverty
of Dublin's Molly
soldier killed
by booby trapped dolly,
try we do
to gain a sight
on blackened skies
to see the light
it can leave us
full of spite,
if we bow down,
spirits take flight
and that is why
I think on you
for the hope I feel
when upon I do
Through the dark
you pull me through
with tender words
or in me arse your shoe
I pray you are
safely asleep
amidst the whish
of willows weep
and pray that
in your heart you keep
a place for me
where I can sleep
regardless of what
the morrow brings
to me you've
given many things
a greater wealth
than any king's
lighter than
an angel's wing
sweeter than the song
a siren sings
Wind washes through
the willows weeping
starry skies
sees I'm not sleeping
all around
the bushes creeping
moonlit eyes
motionless, peeping,
I envision you
taking flight, my sorrow
no thinking thoughts
of time we borrow
and how so much life
could end tomorrow
reddened eyes,
the graves we furrow
while I ponder
this a while
memories of you
still make me smile
these memories
make me smile
as I embrace them
for a while
as I embrace them
for a while.