The tour

We drank Guinness at Rody Bolands

With mugs lifted as high as our voices

As we sang Molly Malone with the crowd

And in the fine mist of early morning

We walked the streets of Dublin

To the hostel with the sunken mattress

That you said loved us because it pulled us together.

 

The landscape poured past the train window

And you leaned against me, your head on my chest

“Will you love me forever?” you asked softly

“Do I have a choice?” I replied

“No,” you smiled, pressing your finger over my lips

“Just love me every day.  If that becomes forever, good.”

 And we were silent then, secure in our need and hope

 

Remember what happened in the dining car?

We ate and laughed and toasted Lambrusco

And when it came time to pay the check

The man with the short, white beard

Took it from my hand and smiled

“Permit me,” he said and we never knew why

But it was evidence that we were God’s favorites

 

And we were, you know . . . .

In a time when we shared the pulse of love

And thought all else was folly

Our communion was in laughter and whispers

And while walking an empty hand was unbearable

When you pulled my arm around you

And forever was as certain as the sun

Reviews

[PP]

Love filled memories of England..What can I say on this one..I am lost for words D!

[DrD]

You're as kind as always, Prathama. Thank you.

[PP]

:) x

[X]

This is amazing, Doctor. The description and imagery is wonderful and the fact that all of these wonderful images were merely a backdrop to a simple tale of love is what makes this poem so strong.

[DrD]

Thank you, x. I appreciate you.

[X]

You are quite welcome friend.

[J. J. Nightingale]

The sun was just for us
A secret we never told
Forever songs played
And God blessed
The way we were ..

I love it David .. Brings back yesterday ... Jazz

[DrD]

Thanks, Jazz