Ivette's work desk in our 2nd Irish residence in Liscarney/Mayo, facing the mountain Croagh Patrick.
| * * * one lifetime, and a thousand faces pass me |
* * * this journey taken by two ends with one |
* * * weighed down by snow bamboo in a garden of sadness |
* * * in the dead of night no longer moonlight in those eyes |
| * * * there is no greater loss than longing for love of a loved one |
* * * stranger strangers till through autumn's mist |
* * * wilted lilies… glad you are not here to notice |
* * * frozen words from chapped lips the colour of wrinkles |
| * * * walking on ice what I remember most a cold hand in mine |
* * * look! this wind quiets |
* * * blackbirds on a wire God gave you wings – how enviable! |
* * * autumn of my forgetfulness now, you only call my name in dreams |
| * * * dry tears… whose sorrow is this? |
* * * sundial, when tombstones cast shadows on mounds |
* * * time lapse: from there to here then nowhere |
* * * morning dew along a pathless path praying at a nameless grave |
| * * * shadows half hidden by azaleas tufts of ferns |
* * * this winter wind leaves no trace you were here |
* * * listening for the breath that once mattered |
* * * a black and white photo of his wife; a funeral set up |
| * * * holy ghost with every passage a voyage closer to you * * * |
* * * and this too shall pass; laying clay angels at your site * * * |
