PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It's so vital

sweeping over me

harpstrings...heartstrings

Aililiú na gamhna  

Na gamhna bána



and you don't mean a thing

you don't mean a thing



drowning out the laughter

sweet sounds of their voices

caressing, caring

washing over the abyss



and you don't mean a thing

you don't mean a thing anymore



but in marble halls

you loved me still...

you loved me still the same



it's all right it's all right

it's all right

she moves, you know,

in mysterious ways.



not you.



bold and obvious,

hiding but blunt.

what can i do

but what i did?



but the music

it sweeps over me

and carries me

sail away, sail away