An Irish Love

Cliffs that overhang the ocean,
Clouds across an endless sea,
Waves in constant roar and motion,
For two walkers, you and me,
Everything a day could be:
Even now, there’s no forgetting
Rising day and old love setting.

Ireland I still remember,
We were young and full of fire;
In the last days of September
Sinking lower, climbing higher
Led by bits of lost desire.
Even now, with no regretting
Came the day for old love setting.

Though the eyes grow weak and jaded,
Though my heart be worn and sore,
There’s a day that never faded
Walking down a distant shore
Once, for all, and evermore:
Nature’s kindness hope abetting
One last morn ere love’s last setting

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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