Childhood Imagination Sows Seeds of Future Brilliance
sunshine on a rainy day,
its warmth to soften cold and grey,
a rose at rainbow’s rooted end,
the song of peace to ring and send
hope across the tortured land,
the soul of songbird in my hand.
a place of shelter from the storm
from weather-gods or streets forlorn
to hug the hearth, the rocking chair
with those I love, with whom I share
my heart, my mind, till life shall end
when song and rose shall beauty send
my soul to rest beyond the night
of longing for a future bright.
©Niamh Clune 2012
What are you longing for?