(For Emily, my Muse)
I wake in darkness and silence.
Feeling you, but aware of your absence.
“Come closer”, sighs my warm thought’s embrace.
Then comforted and drifting, grateful for your gifts.
I taste our mystical dreams.
Tranquil autumn walks, on cliffs high above the ocean,
Calming to gentle, done the week of gales and stormy seas.
Dawn’s choristers bright fanfare up the new day,
But I dream on, let them sing,
A finer melody plays in my heart.
(14.10.23)
Published by Sam McKeon
Sam McKeon is a recluse, living on the remote rugged west coast of Ireland. Currently, Sam’s poetry tends to focus on his inner universe and the moments he spends with the very few people he is in contact with, especially his muse Emily, who has inspired almost fifty poems, tracing the development of their relationship.
The astonishing drama and beauty of the wild Irish landscape is also absorbed into his writing. This can lead to some weird things, but mostly it leads to deeply passionate works stitched together with tender reflection.
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