IRISH THYME
I revisit the thyme on the edge of the sea tended by tall yellow grass paled under the Augustian sun. Stalks of rush undulated by the...
I revisit the thyme on the edge of the sea tended by tall yellow grass paled under the Augustian sun. Stalks of rush undulated by the...
I laid down the sheets of my words. Now, rest your head on the pillow of my verses and I will lead you beyond the silence of...
I’ve hidden my waters behind the armoire. Distant, unhappy. Sailing vessels of marine expanses of the past. Never shipwrecked. Now and...
I love you for the scent you bring, for the colours staining the air around you: rage, doubts, smile, affection, despair. A rainbow...
Sometime I feel I am rotting in the compost heap of my words. I build them and save them in piles. I align them, interspace them, but...
Be the stone in the river smooth and solid Let the current carry the tears of the world around you Be wise to feel them Be compassionate...
In this crystallizing night when millions of moons frozen in the past are reflected by every naked bough and grey landscapes of winter...
Our life is a candle that burns with the years and when it is half way down we try to save some of the drips and try to put them back to...
There is in me, In a corner, A never ending day. I do not worry And I do not rush looking for it Since I know That in due time It will...