The Fire

Sun filled days of delusion times

mock me now

and leave no room for unhappiness

A few dreams tipped out

– libation of the gods –

lets the now come flooding in

I sit in front of fire -

– release of summer’s sun –

and beat of birds’ wing undone

Memories in branches now felled

– heaped upon the grate of past –

present, before future cast.

©Niall OConnor 2013