Wrapped together in isolation
Because we choose to
We sit together in an ancient
Ringfort..to watch first swallows
Fly in, to begin to build, again
A home away from home
Drawn to this season of the heart
And strange too the way
The ancients knew vibrations
Could sense a pulse that drew
Them to a place, a haven
In a silence.. Where
The very air was sacred
Where an unseen presence
Was ever present
Like a silent drum that beat
Life’s rhythm in the heart
Knowing those whose tune was true
They too when called would come
But love is not a place we come to
To park the heart and leave it there
Love is not a destination
Or an ending to a journey
Love is a struggle in darkness
Like this dark out there today
Where all we can do
Is put our best foot forward
And start!
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I’m from Waterford City and have not been published before with the exception of 1 poem in the local newspaper! I’ve worked as an archaeologist for 30 years!