There does live love, in distant plains, <br />it sings in whispers deeper than speech, <br />it’s shafts, like glass, abound the grass <br />and groping hills of Erin’s breasts. <br /> <br />There does live love, in distant plains <br />the crying has died, and the sandy skies <br />live with open arms at last, <br />at last the pining found its gem. <br /> <br />It sings in whispers deeper than speech, <br />and thanks the airy silence for <br />a violent move that gained the grape <br />that made drunken lovers grasp. <br /> <br />It sings, in whispers deeper than speech, <br />of a time before the earth, <br />when dust had sparkled like the stars <br />and gravity accepted all.<br /><br />Sean Godley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/erin-s-breasts/
