Heart of the Sun

We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing returning is as futile as continuing,
We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing the snow below will be our home,
We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing the intensity will split us forever,
We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing the tears in our eyes will disappear,
We head for the heart of the sun,
Knowing it’s our last chance at making something…

We arrived at the heart of the sun…
And we said our goodbyes…

(written in Milan)

Believe/The Light

Melting snow beneath my feet,
Italian night sky overhead,
I stand alone, centre of a square,
A church stands ominously on my right,
Trees lean toward me, surrounding the square,
Four lights occupy each of the sides;
Of the four, three shine unwaveringly,
Breaking the darkness of the truth
Yet not removing its hurt,
But one burned out bulb fights to light,
Flickering from off to on and back again…

Believe in the unbelievable,
Light the burned out bulbs,
Remember those no longer here,
Watch for their signs and signals…

I am drawn towards the battling bulb,
The unnatural fighting characteristics it exhibits
Are closer in resemblance to supernatural behaviour,
The further away I stand,
The weaker the flickering becomes,
I stand in front of the bulb for minutes
That seem futile and wasted,
Yet the light gains strength all the time,
Getting stronger as my belief increases
That it is him who is fighting to tell me something,
That it is him telling me he is still here…

Believe in the unbelievable,
Light the burned out bulbs,
Remember those no longer here,
Watch for their signs and signals…


(written in Milan)

Six Years On

Given the chance again,
I’d do it all the same,
But either way,
I’m just outplayed,
Given the chance again,
You’d do it all the same,
But either way,
Your welcome is outstayed…

Or so you felt.

Only to roll back time,
Football nine till nine,
But your boots are hung up,
Dust gathers on mine,
Only to roll back time,
Celtic rain or shine,
But your jerseys are boxed up,
Your heart’s not mine…

My cards were dealt.

It used to take its toll,
Being guardian of the goal,
But not anymore,
Living with your soul,
It used to take its toll,
Being guardian of the goal,
But not anymore,
Living another role…

My knees are knelt.

Before your grave,
Bad memories I stave,
But regardless of the past,
They make me a slave,
Before your grave,
My hands you crave,
But regardless of the future,
I feel pride’s wave…

And so I wept.

Watch me rise and rise,
See the fight in my eyes,
Doubts subside this time,
As I bring tears from the skies,
Watch me rise and rise,
Hear the pride in your cries,
Doubts subside this time,
As I bring tears to your eyes…

And so we parted.
Six years on.

Warning

Bus stop haunting,
Sheltering rain,
Blank gaze,
Sudden pain,
“Me heart…”

Bulging eyes,
Keeling over,
Hands outstretched,
Veins pumping,
“Me heart…”

Heavy breathing,
Stumbling aimlessly,
Blood flowing
(angrily fast),
“Me heart…”

People staring,
No concern there,
Judgemental thoughts,
Unknowing,
“Me heart…”

Life flashing,
Dreams dying,
Pain doubling,
Fear growing,
“Me heart…”

Everything stops,
Everything’s dark,
Opens eyes,
Noises and traffic,
“Me heart…”

Lives.
For now.


(walking home from football training with Grange Woodbine one night and I passed a man having breathing difficulties and chest pains at the bus stop near the fire station on the Raheny Road - myself and others tried to help, he seemed okay in the end)

Fix

You said yes
And then said no;
We were one
When you said go.
I'd say where
And you'd say when;
Not anymore,
Never again.
I felt love
But you felt less;
Why that was
Is anyone's guess.
I said dance
And you said nay,
Yet we danced
The other day.
Things have changed,
They're not the same;
Now we're playing
A cruel game.
Our eyes met,
Tried a kiss,
But my feelings
You just dismiss.
What went wrong?
Talk to me –

How can I fix
What I can't see?