I walked by the Guinness river
my dream was a ship forever,
taking me slowly to the place
where I was born
and she was right here inside me
using her love to guide me
singing a song about the place
where i belong
I was there in the festival city
drinking in all kinds of beauty
I walked in the gardens
when summer was warm
and I was in love and music
flowed through the streets
and into beauty
and there was my son
and the one o'clock gun
And so I was home in Dublin
so peaceful
with all the loving
living inside me
taking me on
but the summer was turning colder
and I'd grown ten years older
in a couple of moments
in a matter of towns
Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, February 5, 2010
Truth in the Night and in the Day
Even the night,
has the memory of light,
as the day believes the dark
will return
truth is not given freely
except when truth and I are one.
has the memory of light,
as the day believes the dark
will return
truth is not given freely
except when truth and I are one.
Summertime Rain
The Summertime has been full of rain,
like a beautiful woman crying,
like a promise broken,
by the one you love.
like a beautiful woman crying,
like a promise broken,
by the one you love.
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