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| Bunratty Castle |
| Within your halls... honeyed wine slipt through my lips for the very first time... Transported through time on clouds of sweet peat smoke.. Laughter..music...smiles and jokes.. On wooden benches worn smooth with use Near the Bard his wit and insight to peruse Sweet melodies on violin Brought tears..then dancing feet.. then tears again...as the old and new meet.. Then,black velvet cloak around deep purple gown... out into the moonlight...hardly a sound.. Strolling back down the lane past the cottages in the night... What was near..drew back into the past...tho' still in sight.. Watching you...cloak clad..approaching Silver mist on the ground... For a moment as if no one else was around.. As i gazed on the moon ...castle lit and aglow... For a minute....was almost there.. The Land of Long Ago.... ~SJW 1/21/02 |
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