Waiting...

Connemara, Ireland

So bare the trees.

So bare my heart without you,

my love.

So cold the November wind.

So bitter the chill in my heart

without your touch.

So short the daylight. 

So little my soul sees through the darkness 

without your smile, Sweetheart.

So smothered the brown earth with snow.

So gasping for breath am I,

without the hope of your quiet voice.

So still the frozen, waveless shore.

So I too, wait for the thaw of spring

to feel you melt in my arms,

where you belong.

Inishmore,
  Largest Aran Island, Ireland