Questions for the night

Questions for the night

Where did the wishes fly, when did they go,
the longing for something that speaks deep and slow
in the whisper of oak leaves, the voice of the thrush,
that sinks with the sun in the late evening hush?

If I knew, would I follow the path where it leads,
though it wander through fire and where the heart bleeds,
though it end with the breath of a life at its close,
the pain of a dying, would that be what I chose?

I wish and I long and I watch in the night
for the stars of your eyes, their unquenchable light,
will I see them again, and the owl on the hill,
as he calls to the sky seems to tell me, I will.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “Questions for the night”

      1. I’ve been saying that ever since the kids got too old to be given second hand stuff as presents.
        We only had three of them here this year. Eldest with her young man’s family and they came at New Year (with the baby) and the middle one was working the 24th and 26th. He’s moved 7 hours away by train so it wasn’t possible. When you can’t see them, you miss them, don’t you?

      2. Sounds like the son-in-law’s mob. 11 adults (but three quite old) and 8 kids under the age of 12. They hired a house in the middle of nowhere for the weekend. Daughter came back shattered.

      3. I don’t do that anymore. I pull back muscles just looking at a dirty window. One of the girls is a cleaning maniac so she always gives the place a going over before she goes home, bless her 🙂

      4. Well, she is looking for a new job 🙂
        The middle one would be over like a shot (but he is a walking shambles) except for Dublin rents. It’s shameful how expensive Ireland is for housing. You’d have to move to the middle of a bog to find an affordable house.

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