One Night

One Night

A Chapter by Bekah B

Dreaming of castles in a now-perfect world
Hopes and wishes like diamonds and pearls
I've never seen grass any more green
Than the edge of this calm Emerald Isle.
A bright Celtic lass runs through this grass
Taming the wind for a while.

Nothing left to choose, nothing else to lose
She's here and it's here she will stay
Watching the time fade softly away
She's in ancestor's homes, out on her own
And night is sliding right back into day
Love comes waltzing in the door
The man from the coast returning for more
For given a road with a choice, a path with a fork
He'll never escape the lonely woman in Cork
Who loves him with all of her heart.

It's been many years coming, many years tried
Many years chasing hopes that have died
She may be a princess, he's always a king
Both unaffected by memory's sting
For no pain can pass through the shield of the grass
Around this castle's heart.

Sunrise and sunset, the cycles still spin
But time is bent where the Irish have been
Whispers of destinies yet to be made
Echoes of histories that won't ever change
Mingle with flows of current, sharp time
Perfection, stillness, rhythm and rhyme
Meeting together day after day.
Beautiful home and hand scripted tome
Ushering in the first day of May
Tonight is the night she'll make him stay
Into her castle, back into her life
The sum of the fears compounding the years
Have brought them to the peace of today
So these years have finally passed
They have arrived at long last
To the future they spoke of one night.

Nothing left to choose, nothing else to lose
For given a road with a choice, a path with a fork
He'll never escape the lonely woman in Cork
For no pain can pass through the shield of the grass
They have arrived at long last
To the future they spoke of one night.


© 2010 Bekah B


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