Posted by: mdmusingsie | July 20, 2010

Slán Go Fóill

The skies cried for me last night
The tears I haven’t let myself shed
Torrents of drops
Each representing a sorrow 

Sorrow at having to leave
Sorrow at not knowing how soon I’ll return
Sorrow over roads not taken
Sorrows too many to count 

My own tears will come soon enough
Heavy, just like the rains
Equally cleansing
Washing away the old
Making way for the new 

Hope in returning
Hope in ethereal guidance
Hope to walk untrodden paths
Hope for new beginnings

The Goddess willing, there will be another chapter to this novel we call life

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