Mt Auburn Ma Vourneen

[Poetic Michael]

MY AUBURN MA VOURNEEN

 

Do you remember, ma vourneen,

A hill where once we dreamed,

Beneath the pines of summer where,

The shafts of sunlight gleamed.

How they sparkled on the hummock,

How they dappled all the green.

Do you remember how you felt,

My auburn ma vourneen?

 

I remember, ma vourneen,

Your skin of burnished gold;

The fire that raged within my heart,

When we paused upon the wold.

Your eyes as brown as Autumn leaves,

That sprinkle woodland dene.

Do you remember as I do,

My auburn ma vourneen?

 

Ma Vourneen: Gaelic for My Darling

[Mary]

Welcome Michael and that was quite beautiful!

[Poetic Michael]

Awww Don't encourage me, Mary! (Thanks honey).

 

MA VOURNEEN

(My Darling)

 

When time and distance separate us,

Then you will find the spirit of our togetherness,

In a glass of wine.

Ma vourneen! Make it a long stemmed glass,

To remind you that even the minute apart is the longest one.

 

Fill it to its very brim to symbolize the fullness that you bring to my heart;

Sip it gently, and often, that you may know that each slight touch or glance is a kiss from you.

And most of all; let its spirit warm you as yours has warmed me.

 

Raise the glass and salute both the past and the future that link us;

But most of all, toast the emptiness that lies between,

Without which there could be no anticipation.

And if the spirit of the glass brings warmth, peace and joy to the inner you,

Then you will understand what you have brought to me.

 

Let the shimmer of the wine's sparkle on your lips,

Hint at desire;

The coolness of the poured bottle the long ago.

The chuckle of its pour the future.

But most of all may it, as it becomes part of you,

Remind you that you are a part of me.

 

Ma Vourneen (Gaelic for My Darling)

MA VOURNEEN