Treasure Island

Patrick William Kavanagh

(26/02/1957 / Dublin)

Whispers In The Early Morning Hours


Whispers in the early morning hours,
Soft as petals falling on the dewy grass,
I lay upon the cool, damp earth,
Eyes closed, I feel the rising sun,
the Earth and I are one,
And peace is mine at last.

No more the taunting, haunting echoes of the past,
I will honour all that was, and say goodbye.
No more the clinging ivy of those distant days,
I feel them fading like the summer haze,
when evening falls, and spreads the mantle of the night.
Then I will gently call and say goodnight
to all my tears and all my fears.
The goddess calls me softly to her side,
And I will sleep in peace this night.

The days will flow and happy times will come and go.
It is the way of life.
And I will live in gratitude for all I have and all that was,
and though I never will forget,
I'll take the time each day, to count the many blessings I have known,
and When my time has past, and I must leave this life,
There will be no regret,
I will think of all those lovely people who have shared my life,
And I will rest in peace.

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013
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Only 10 Days to My Handfasting to Tina Cupit.

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Barnetby Le Wold

13/06/2013

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