Monday, March 05, 2018

Irish Moon From the West

How could you write a song so perfectly and sing it like an angel?
Effortlessly perfect in and out.
Like a thousand sunsets...
Yellow, orange and blue.
Mysteriously beautiful.
Like heaven and all its hue.

How could you walk with all that grace yet so natural?
Effortlessly sways in every move.
Like a thousand flowers...
Pink, red and lavender.
Mysteriously captivating.
Like a garden and all its hue.

How could you talk so brilliant but with a humor?
Effortlessly delivers every word.
Like a thousand phrases...
Black, white and grey.
Mysteriously interesting.
Like a book and all its hue.

How could you be so broken yet you endure?
Effortlessly surviving every blow.
Like a thousand raindrops...
Crystals, pearls and diamonds.
Mysteriously blinding.
Like precious gems and all its hue.