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

2008

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