No.7

To remember falling asleep.

To remember waking.

Slippery, featherweight moments

Caught in a domed hand, a flighty moth.

No.6

Here I am in my head

looking out to sea.

Standing in the tickly barley field

that shimmers yellow-green-gold

in the summer sun.

Here I am in my head

smelling the air,

smelling the wind.

Feeling it skimming my skin,

chilling me a little.

Here I am in my head

counting the seagulls.

Counting the clouds now,

not getting past four.

Here I am in my head

pebbles crunching under bare feet.

Listening to the sea

pulling through the stones.

Looking right through 

the glassy water

at my waxy underwater skin.

Here I am in my head

Remembering

Imagining

Wishing I was there.

No.5

For those few long minutes

nothing else existed

the world stopped turning

and all other appropriate cliches.

That moment

when the crowd drew back

and the sound blasting from the stage

receded into background hum.

A force field grew around us

and light from within

grew above us, like star trek,

like Bethlehem, like floodlights.

That journey to another place

That you-and-me place

That love place.

No.4

And who knew

that night

with cider in the pews

and promise glimmering

in the dew drops

of the falling night.

Who knew that note

would hold so long

and hold my heart within it.

No.3

Talk about a voyage of discovery.

I'm making a map of you, little flags marking points of interest

and warning of potential hazards.

Tiny rivulets of understanding

wend their way to greater knowings of you.

You are a complex being;

but aren't we all?

The difference is, you are the most fascinating concoction

of personality, ethics, values and behaviours,

and pure alchemy draws me to you.

Sometimes, you confound me

in ways both bad and good.

My map is not yet complete.

I take guesses,

Make assumptions, coloured sometimes green,

and fill in the gaps in the topography.

These are my mistakes,

but ones I would excuse you too.

We are, after all, only human.

I am the Magellan of you:

I explore you with the wonder of new worlds.

I've found that the heart is just an organ..

But that love resides in lips and legs and fingertips. 

No.2

Your postcard

I love it

It's a piece of Ireland,

It's a piece of you.

Your handwriting

Your words

Your thought.

Your name after three kisses,

an afterthought

In case I hadn't realised

who was writing.

No.1

It's my secret addiction.

I can't satiate myself.

I drink you in

But my need is limitless.

Your beauty is obvious.

There's a neon sign above your head.

You've looked into my eyes

And hypnotised me.

The moon was amazing tonight,

I wanted to share it with you.

I wanted to put it in my pocket

So that no one else would see it

Just you and me.