Day #79 - On Return to Donegal

Here's a short poem-song I wrote for Maria while in Donegal.

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With grey of sky and hills of red,
A scenic mess conjured instead,
That no one dares hold thankful too
Unless.
Those grey-ish clouds on grey-ish sky
Gave us a reason to stay inside,
Stare out the window and imagine what we
See.
So there I typed with blackened ink,
And you indulged the ground with pink,
And with occasional silence, but comfort, I could
Smile.
There was no need for conversation
At exstatic paces of young exhaustion,
We would chime in our own thoughts and be at
Peace.
And now returned with darkened sea,
Alone, but only physically;
I use my aging memory and
long.
Not to stay, while memory's strong
But one day far, with years undone
To stay with you, where first I knew it,
love.