This Ireland
Is it lust, a fear, or a need
To lay claim to a glimpse of the soul?
To see with my eyes, smell as I breathe
The essence of nature – Mother Earth whole.
These vain and wistful wondering eyes
Can ever enough suffice to stay!
Dare solicit what shadows deny –
Throw open the shutters – light up my day!
Transform the dark, be gone with grey,
Filter the night and follow the hand
Whilst casting aside the moonlight rays
Displaced to form this picture perfect land.
©Philip Holden

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