Dùthchas

He left his house at morning light,

Traversing fields like he’s in flight

With purple petals ankle height.

 

One month has passed since he has seen his love,

So long, too long.

 

His hand stays pressed against his chest

To keep the ring safe in its nest.

The one he bought the day they met.

 

Horizon clearer now, he squints his eyes

To see the sky.

Smoke

 

A painter’s sunrise speckled grey.

The colours dance across the haze,

As tears glisten in his gaze.

 

His feet begin to run before he knows,

He knows she’s gone.

 

His lungs forgotten how to breathe.

More deeply scarring bleeding feet.

His body led to hers by grief.

 

One month had passed since he had seen his love,

Oh my, oh my,

Love.

 

He sees her village painted red,

Starts wishing he was back in bed,

And this was all just in his head.

 

Oh my love,

Oh my love.