Keep A Grip

If I went blind tonight
and lost all sense of sound’s delight
I fear that I could remember
the colour of a summer sky
as the sun drops over the horizon
and the gently sobs
of a woken child
in the room next door
would linger in my mind.

But how could I hold onto
the sound of our happiness?
How long before I lost
the soft colours of our love?

2 comments

  1. rkbaker · October 11, 2010

    Are all the Irish great writers or just you? I love these and by these I mean this one and the two below.

  2. zaphodfreek · October 11, 2010

    Kim!
    Great to hear from you.
    You’re such a flatterer.

    🙂
    B

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