Thursday, November 27, 2014

CHERISH.....






CHERISH....


I built my house beside your wood
So that I could hear you sing.
Think of that song's delight at dawn
That thrilled again as darkness fell
But still I should have cherished more 
The beauty of that song and you.

So now my house in silence stands
And separate we, three thousand miles.
Another soul out of tune with yours
Has built their hut beside new wood.
But might you forgive, return once more
I'd learn how to sing the songs you sing.


Maureen Walsh - November 2014






Ciao for now!

1 comment:

Emma. Walsh said...

Stunning!