~ My Wild Irish Rose ~
Let me
tell you a tale of old
afore when
I
Was a
rambling and a roaming then
Upon the
heather way,
I was a
searching for my one true
love
To charm
for ever and a day.
Where
could I but find her
Those
illusive flowing locks of
raven hair,
A soft
rosey cheek complexion
Of a
tender skin so fair
For the
brave to be a having.. but
ne're do or dare.
But, I
dreamt of her so
For I
thought she would bear me up
above
On angels
wings
To a
land of sadness never seen.
Well..
one evening I thought I had
but spied her
A running
wildly through the glen,
Her eyes
all alight as diamonds
Her
garment blowing in the
wind
Then, the
mist but up and shrouded
her, afar, fleeing from me
then.
As the
moonlight painted shadows
flickered
'neath the sighing tree
Eerie in
luminous floating mist,
I struggled through the
grasping bracken
Fearing of
rocks below all dark
and hallowed
Her
footstep not to miss.
The fog
did but lift and the clouds
scudded by the moon
I saw the
face of an angel glowing
tipped up
toward the sky to croon
Not a
moment too soon,
I
discovered perfection
delight
Casting a
most wondrous silhouette
I gazed
transfixed in that light,
Never had
I been a feared
In the
still of that vivid night.
My breath
I now held and was about to
cry out,
When the
mist blew there across my
sight
And I
stumbled sharp and fell.
The moon
smiled at my folly, as it
sailed on it's way
For ne'er
then could I find her once
more
For be
sure, she vanished without
trace
And I am
but left,
with my
story to tell
Of the
sweetest touch of amazing
grace.
Soft
Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
My Wild Irish Rose
My Wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flower that
grows.
You may search everywhere,
But none can compare with my
wild Irish Rose.
My Wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flower that
grows.
And someday for my sake,
She may let me take,
The bloom from my wild Irish
Rose
