Arrive too afraid to even speak
To strange house on Irish peak
Everything, everything has bought me here.
Christened ‘Invisible’ by tender hand
This then becomes my holy brand
That I hope like hell, no-one can see
Then that night, a babe
Is put in my arms
Apparently they say, that this is me.
Hold this alien form tight
I don’t let it go all night
Because if I lose me now, I am lost.
Next day, the bats fly
I flinch and cry
Then force myself to fight
Aching limbs and bones
We do it all again
I swear into the night
Then comes time for us to forgive
I want to run from here
Believing without anger I’ll disappear
Work it out and through
To find a love that is new
I wade through streams of tears
Strange days are ahead
We bury our dead
And finally begin to live.
Then a party is thrown
For the seeds we have sown
We dance and cry to the moon
Through love and fires
A marriage transpires
Then finally the four become one
The rose comes to bloom
We hold hands around the room
White light flows through each one
In seven days a family is born
We wake to a new dawn
The world has never looked so good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Out of generations comes regeneration or so it seems. Thanks for this lovely poem.