Poem -

hands across the water

hands across the water

The fear we will never meet
I look up at the stars and call for you
almost makes it more real
your name on my lips ,begging you to hear
far apart yet in each others hearts
soft whispers in dreams
your face alive in my eyes every day
Irish sea  ,  american ocean
The green of my land will greet yours
hands across the water ,reach out to touch
we lighten our souls with each others words
 belief  at how this can happen
strengthens minds ,how strong love can be
Irish castles await your visit
where you my dark knight can save my irish soul
i'll be with you soon !
beidh mé a bheith le leat go luath !
when our hands will touch across the water
 

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James Whaley

Dear Tina,

     Your dark knight is a lucky man indeed- I'll bet he can hear your soul cry out to his from across the water. They say love conquers all- especially when warriors like you are willing to fight for it. As always, your poetry amazes and inspires. Deep inside you, there is a powerful soul. May the Goddess bless you!

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Tina Moore

thanx james ,its actually an older poem but then poetry's poetry no-matter.  tina x

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