'Yes! ' I thought
' I will remember...'
how to get
back to
this place
your laughing face
a bird
writing on the sky
with the caligrpahy
of its flight
this passing cloud
shaped like a heart now
breaking up into
Rodin's THE KISS
the laughter of kids
entangled in trees
a slight breeze
saucily lifting the hem
of your skirt
as if examining
the workmanship
of it.
Suddenly the wind's
a tailor?
The sea's voice
whispering far off
'Come & see... come & see! '
like a shy hawker
at a carnival.
One little brown knee
placed delicately
over another little brown knee
your skirt
like surf
crashing over it.
Yes I will
always remember
how to get
back here
follow these
directions
follow
my heart.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/follow-my-heart-2/
