by Eoin O' Sullivan

Created on: January 30, 2009   Last Updated: February 01, 2009

For Caoimhe

You wondered into a vagrant life,

In soft shades of crimson red,

And in the corner of a bursting heart,

It was there you pitched your tent,

I watch you move in lavander fields,

Your breath as you run still,

The beating of two solemn notes,

. . .and I am stirred within.

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