shell pink
outside the window
and the Kerry air,
as they say ~
is like Champagne.
All these dreams
are sown into
the pockets of my hearts
days we've spent
driving through the
savage beauty of Ireland.
Memories,
let's make them
you said.
I don't know if anyone
can understand,
but my heart!
The church is ringing it's bells
and the house is silent.
The salt of the sea
steals in
through the window
to where the one
my heart loves,
lies sleeping.
November.
Darling don't rush.
It all sounds so beautiful. The perfect adventure xxx
ReplyDeleteThank you K ! We had the most wonderful weekend. I brought home some sand from the beach as Lord knows when we will get back. It's a six hour drive, yikes!
ReplyDeleteThank you as ever, my lovely friend for your loving words xxxx A