DAUGHTER OF CEIBHFHIONN (She Knows Not)
(For Christine)
but oh, my child
the whisperings...
way, deep, down
were always there...
while soft breezes
called to you...
and cobalt skies
shown to you...
but your surreptitious mind
kept telling you...
you can not believe
such things are true...
while the stars
brightly kissed you...
and vast oceans
roared and lapped you...
still your over-patient heart
waited for you...
all the while knowing
you would come home...
and feel again
more than lips can say...
and welcome more
than fingers can convey.
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