I want to read,
Slip from library corners into pools of words,
Feel adventure flood my veins,
As dog-eared, leafed through pages,
Gently beckon me in.
I want to run,
Stopping when paths end and breath falls short,
Exist only as a thudding heartbeat,
The breath of a ragged sigh,
And raindrops dancing off skin.
I want to sleep,
Fall through the arch of eyelids fluttering closed,
Watch as time ticks slow,
Dreams bursting in blooms of light,
Casting shadows on a cold, cluttered mind.
February 10, 2013 at 5:10 pm
This is a beautiful poem
and wow you’re Irish. It’s on my to-do-list to explore Ireland one day x
February 10, 2013 at 5:13 pm
Thank you! Yes, I’m not sure about Ireland itself but Northern Ireland has some wonderful places to see, definitely worth exploring! x