Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Spilt Dreams - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

“Sing to me! ”
you sigh

resting your head
on my lap.

I stroke your hair
as outside

on the Yorkshire Moors

a storm
towers majestically

above our
frail fragile love.

I sing
unevenly inexpertly

all the Rodgers & Hart
songs I can sing

out of tune & brokenly

keep the storm at bay
with nothing but the love

in my voice

your sleeping hair
spilt like dreams

across my lap.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 22, 2008


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