all stone and water with flecks of human in between
and I can’t help but wonder what secrets you would show me down cobblestone alleys inside Martello towers behind brighly coloured Georgian doors
I marvel at the history you whisper to those who stand still long enough to listen
plastic paddies with their celtic tattoos kelly green sweaters and lucky shamrocks may spy for leprechauns at the bottom of another pint in Temple Bar
but I know where your true magic lies
beneath the superficial influx past the souvenir shops under the dark waters of the Liffey
in the facets of your everyday lives in the promise of your people in the very stones that sing your splendor
beats the heart of a city that has endured
and even the poorest of neighborhoods holds a gritty beauty within its streets
though we are parted still you hold me sway and nightly I rest my head to hear your call
like distant melody through a half-closed door it glides upon the deepest waters and whispers to my soul
"I am here. I am waiting"
a siren’s song that begs
Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh! (St. Patrick's Day Blessing upon you) May St. Patrick's Day bring you happiness & health laughter and smiles & may you always have Ádh na nÉireannach (luck of the Irish)!