Tír na nÓg

Oft as a young child
i would slip astray
went deep within
a regression perhaps
a refuge of contemplation
now seems so far away

was decamping from
the terror
the loneliness
the tears
the lack of affection
the priest taking me away

Tír na nÓg my oasis
a fire in the heart
gallant white steed
Niamh's comeliness, refinement
romance, love, eternal youth
immortality, abundance, joy

it saved me, brought me through
needed some time
to figure it all out
discovered my paradise
liberated my divine spark
nestling within us all

<— home | She —>

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