No.19

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No.8

An expanse of inky midnight

Stretches far above.

Beyond the eye,

Beyond human reach.

The darkness punctuated

by brilliant lights,

Ever shining.

For these slim hours

The clouds have broken

And are allowing us

A glimpse of time untold.

I'd like to lay down here,

Spend the night

Just me, silence, and stars.

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.