Campo De Rosales Poem by Budlea Ni Mhaolfhabhail

Three blossoms dancing -
Exiled to a country far away.
Baffled, buttressed by the breeze,
Leaves falling on the doorstep.
Tossing and turning many strangers
Into friends along 'the way'...
Follow the signs. Only then,
Will tears become laughter,
We are closer than ever before
And yet a universe apart.

How can one mould a heart
From a stone? Try, try again,
Stumble, fall and rise again
And again and again.

She plucks one red petal from the rose,
Descends into a city in Rioja.
Takes a coach into the forest
Where she years to climb again
The tallest tree she can find -
Trapped inside the bus, staring
Longingly into the forest...

Secrets can no longer be kept.
How she fasted, how they wept
And through it all, her mother
Swept the cobwebs from the door
Of that mansion on the Hill.

Feet in unison and then faltering,
Getting up again to a different rhythm
And Daddy, the cruel winds blow.
If we hear the laughter in the rain,
It's only spirits warning us of greater pain!

Now she must be silent and alone,
Tears before sleeping, disturbing visions.
She'll do it with a tiny helpless groan.
Hold her in your arms, don't let her go,
She'd like to stay with Him forever.

Coping with pain
Is like laughing in the rain.
She cannot promise anything.
Perhaps one day, you will see
Her smile. Until that moment,
Flowers will while away the time,
Sleeping through winter until spring
Calls for a step in the right direction.

Roses cannot live in the snow,
Memories last a lifetime.