run your fingers through my hair

dream of Ireland

Last night I dreamt of green rolling hills leading to the sea
where the wind and the ocean batter the cliffs ...
demanding to come ashore ...

there was laughter and music, from far off
filling my soul came notes drifting across the air,
singular and pure

it is a place I have not been but know so very well
it's in my thoughts now every day
in my father's blood ... and more

perhaps a spell I've cast upon myself
where joy and laughter and love are caught
in a moment in the Ireland I adore

21 July 2006