Bouncing along in my new shoes
I am deftly walking on air
Knowing that I will meet you at the ceilidh tonight
Among the loud voices,
Your greeting smile broader than windows
In the open house of my heart.
I will be holding you to that clear promise
You made in Derry last winter
As we sauntered down by the Foyle,
Snowflakes damping our hair.
Real love is more than honest,
It can be a brutal emotion,
Wrecking the souls it has lost.
Our lives will be trashed if we do not answer its call.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 27th. 2021.
No comments:
Post a Comment