Inspired by the song ‘Carrickfergus’, sung here by Van Morrison, a more sentimental, ballad-style poem about the longing for home.
I hear the gulls cry in my dreaming,
As they soar on their ghost white wings,
And I hear the wind in the gorse bush,
On the heath where the sweet lark sings.
I smell the salt of the ocean,
The roses that grew by the door,
And they haunt me the tears and the laughter,
Of a place I will never see more.
If I had a boat I would sail there,
Though the waves rose towering high,
If I was a gull I would fly there,
Though storms split the thundering sky.
But all that I have are my memories,
A patchwork of dark and the light,
They will sing in my blood while the day lasts,
Till my eyes close in death’s endless night.