A phoenix day arises from the ashes of August blues
Bearing gifts of blood red sun rises on top of Slieve League
Winking seas and rising ghostly mists
Whispering languages of blue skies and nets of gold
Baptizing souls on an Indian summers day
And untangling knots of overindulgence amassed the night before.
And then I came across an unexpected delight
An emerald colosseum of gold and dazzling light
The Atlantic ocean dancing songs into hearts
And washing dreams all the way from the shores of North America to the shores of North Donegal.
As the clocked ticked on the sands of Silver Strand
I stopped and wondered whether lifes river of hope
Would ever find her banks so swelled again?
And then the single thread of a spiders web caught my eye
And reminded me of condemned men heroically hanging on
As they march to the gallows
Amidst life’s glorious wonders.