K. D. Dowdall

 

 

I pray for a ship of gossamer wings,

To ferry me back to whence I came,

I wish to see the centuries past

Till I come once more to that sacred place,

Where I left my heart, my love,

On a silent knoll, on Gaelic soil,

Beneath the shallow shale and stony plain,

On a winter’s cold white snow,

I wish I could remain,

Until I turn to dust upon his grave;

Fair winds, I know will come with spring,

Our spirits will rise to take, at last,

The ship of gossamer wings.

@kdemersdowdall 2016