To touch your Soul.
Your Mind.
All
the veins in your Heart.
Your Shadows and Spirit.
The epic tales in your Eyes.
You call the Irish out in me, Woman.
Your Voice transforms
my Celtic melancholy to simple joy.
The hard edges of your hard Life
click like flint against my bones
Sparking fire
I am burnt clean, again.
How could I not desire
Resurrection?
I want to enter
the garden of your secret Heart.
Wandering your Dreams.
To witness you launch.
Wings unfurling.
Ablaze like the Phoenix
you so adore.
I want all of You.
To hear you call: “Come back! Travel beside me. Together.”
Never to abandon
this brilliant Path
on this
Rocky shore.