When I stand 'mongst Fall's crimson descent
that kisses tenderly the beating waves...

I feel like being the distraction
keeping you up nights, vow...

Relentless, your energy is like dusk
under Iguazu Falls, like the rhythmic crashing...

Teardrop (by Massive Attack)
The way you pursed your lips when I left...

The empty road, at night, seems cold,
or tranquil, or both - reflective cats-eyes...

Noble companion, stay striving still,
keep thriving through weightier nuances...

I walked you home, one last time,
we stopped at the gate. I remembered...

The rhythm beat of sax floated
over from the canopied jazz club...

I wanted to dip my hand
in the river, and blister my finger...

As a boy, I recall the golden evening -
holding Mammy's hand at Cobh bay...

I wake up every morning to an alarming sound,
the sound of no sound...

There is something I cannot mistake in
the sentimental shimmer of four walls...