Let Me Be Wise

Let me be wise

With longing and loving

Shake the ghost gods of old

And the snake-skins of love from my bed

 

Let me be wise with longing and loving

That the three silver strands

At my tawny brow

Are let into my next embrace and not forgotten

 

Let me be wise

For it is my time

After 20 years of blind man’s luck

And falling for souls

 

Let me be wise

For it is my time

Even in the depths of men’s eyes

Oh let me be

Let me be wise

 

                                                                                    M.McCarthy, May 2014

All images – c. MMc 2013/ 2014