When we used to lie
In hammocks
Underneath the evergreens trees
In Ireland
We used to talk about
The future.
Remember?
When we used to lie
In fields of clovers
Underneath the summer sky
In Ireland
We used to roll around
In its wild and luxurious softness.
Remember?
When we used to lie
In beds of feather down
Underneath the canopy
In Ireland
We used to talk about
Our imaginary worlds.
Remember?
When we used to lie
In states of ecstasy
Happily frozen to the ground
We used to kiss
When we were just wretched souls
Just wretchedly happy together.
Remember?
Clutching at four leaf clovers
Wishing upon wish
Dreaming about dreams
Hoping against hope that
Maybe we can find some sanity here,
Together.
Rolling around and…
Kissing…
Among the four leaf clovers
Remember?
Every summer we found a four-leaf clover
Amazingly good luck
We would say.
We would hold on tight to the clover
Our hands touching
And wish with all our might
I never told you this
But every summer I would wish for you
And another four leaf clover
For the next year,
And the next year,
And the year after that.
You don’t remember that.
But those summers ended
When I ran out of four leaf clovers
And I went alone to the fields of green
I lay alone in the hammocks beneath the trees
I slept alone on the feather down bed
And I dreamt alone
And I wept alone
And I wished alone
For I was alone.
Only I remember that.
Three summers past our last lucky clover,
I finally found one more.
I sat on the ground
On the cold misty morn
Ad thought of you once more.
Our blissful days of summer peace were over
Gone was the treaty of old
Hatred apparent reigned in your eyes
While spite lived on your tongue
Yet I long to see you dressed in white
Dreaming with me in our fields of clover
Red hair let wild
And love in your green eyes
So I took my last piece of luck
And I sat down in our field
I could only speak the words I felt
“Remember me fondly
And come back to me, my dear.”