Spring is a rebirth of lost times,
Of distant heart warming chimes,
From past years, days
And moments when we were in our prime,
Lazy days of talking as the sun’s rays
Slants through your mobile home windows,
As you put on your eyeshadow and mascara
Like your armour against unknown foes,
With your untamed, flame coloured hair
Tied up with a turquoise bow,
As we used to laugh and chat with a carefree abandonment,
Time was sweetness and light,
But was cursed by your long sleepless nights,
You longed for a distant land with a dazzling light,
Ireland was a demon of your inner sight,
The rainy, overcast skies brooding,
Was a torment of the darkness that hid your inner light,
We used to walk the long road to Oranmore,
We would pass a red and white bungalow peeping from the embrace of the trees,
We’d imagine who might live in this fairytale bungalow,
Like a symbol of happiness an eternal glow,
Daydreaming was like a river’s constant flow,
Rehydrating our parched emotions,
You did eventually fly to your land of dreams,
I stayed in Ireland where the bleakness was like a piercing scream,
The recession here was a journey of disappointments,
But now we have both found our dreams,
You living in America and I living in our homeland,
It is time for us to meet again like particles of sand
Falling softly through our fingers,
Time has balanced our complex souls,
Our friendship will always fondly linger,
Across the differences of our dreams
Like the continuous trickle of an Irish stream,
Flowing through the lush beauty of the Irish countryside,
And our hands reaching out across the Atlantic ocean.
As it’s force is holding and capturing time like the incoming tide.
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