Sparks (or not)
Emitted from the fire, their tiny illumination endures for the briefest of moments…then, they are gone

When we went dreamin’

…heard the bite’s on, downstream a piece
in a hole,  ‘neath Shannon’s Bend

I’ll pack a lunch an’ rig a line
Can ya come along, my friend?

Then, when the sun is beamin’ down
an’ breezes kiss our face

the world can turn
our hearts can yearn

…it’s so easy to pretend.

One Response to “When we went dreamin’”

  1. It’s so easy to pretend…your words touch my soul….love them.

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