Who goes with Róisín?
The real one, that is.
Who follows her on tracks of
green and yellow things
that wave in the wind?

This is where the odyssey leads;
this is wanderlust
and Sunday morning pj's;
this is survival.

The sky now is a melody of grey
and the water collides with the rocks below.
The wind has taken over and you feel
as though you've never been more at home.

Don't blink or you might miss the way
she breathes your breath,
or her heart beats yours into rhythm.
Just keep your eyes closed and listen.

Take her hand,
hear the cello in her pulse,
and her smile tickling your ears.
Smell the salt in the air and be free.

Take the hand of the one who
leaves you in a constant state of crescendo.
And follow her on tracks of
green and yellow things
that wave in the wind.

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