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| The Milky Way over Killarney. (Conor Healy) Click to enlarge. |
Disturbing times, these.
What enters our minds we control if we can,
Falling into this shared photograph, say,
Hoping to sleep and to dream of our stars
Arched over the lakes of Killarney, say,
Dreaming a universal caring exists,
Or did, or will, at least in our land,
If ever sleep comes, fitful at best,
And failing, resorting, instead,
To what's worked in the past —
Tending, my love, to the near.
Those who have each other have much,
Throw an arm over that warmth if you can,
And dream on, dear friend, sleep well.
