Anam Cara

THE RESURRECTION

Oh, the rush with which the forgotten mind awakens

Under the day a well of dark where colour dwells

Until it learns the art of light and can reveal,

In neglected things, the freshness thought darkens.

With grey mastery distance starts to blur the horror.

Already the days begin to set around the loss.

The after-silence of his death becomes porous

To the gossip of regret that follows failure.

Through the cold, quiet nighttime of the grave

underground,

The earth concentrated on him with complete longing

Until his sleep could recall the dark from beyond

To enfold memory lost in the requiem of mind.

The moon stirs a wave of brightening in the stone.

He rises clothed in the young colours of dawn.