Geraldine Moorkens Byrne Biography

If I should die tonight
and my bones laid in the earth
would my voice not be the wind
and the sun my smile?
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You see black
I see a spectrum of invisability
the myriad shades of the dark rainbow
like the spread of raven's wing
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One note rising on the wind:
piper play, the lament is called for:
lower him down and softly keen
Cu Chulainn's going to his rest.
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In Nomine Patre
who art encountered
in the skies on
clouds with harps
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A pooka grazes peacefully
where the river
meets the sea
In the ruins of a castle,
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