Swimming in the womb, did you feel that you’d had enough?
At your mother’s breast, could you taste her savage love?
The child in you walks on into the evening Dublin blue
In cold twighlight you climb into a solitude too true
I follow you.

See Sam, I’m cold I’m feeling grey and old
If truth be told, I’m ready to fade and fold.
Under starlight you poor heart turns and tears itself apart
Too fragile to dive, you still survive, you fail, you stay alive
You struggle, you writhe.

You’ve traced each hairline shadow in your skull
Too white the bone, the shell, the hell, the hull
And silence is the only muse for you
An emptiness more beautiful than true.

You ever loved a father, loved a man
A mother’s death the life to understand
But in your world are embers, sparks of life
To not go on, to ever else survive

When I was born, you took the world by storm
You hid from harm, too open, too alone.
And see, you leave a beauty melancholic, not bereaved
And when I reach the zenith, please be there to swaddle me
I live. I breath.

(june 1999)