If wishes were wings
my heart would soar
instead I'm left standing
my hand on the door

seeing you go
and wishing you well
silently damning
misfortune to hell

be well merry travelers
may your stay be fair
remember our hearts
are joined to you there

Ere our souls knew desire
to join in such fun
too many the duties
had already begun

though we have commitments
keeping us here
with luck and fate willing
maybe next year.



Eoin

(Why is everything I want to say coming out in verse lately?... is this a problem?... Should I see someone about this?...)