See through green colored glasses today,
the renewal of spring,
as light
milks your gaze
in churning butter
to rings.
Leprechauns dance in the sky,
swirl laughter like ribbons
through you and all eyes.
with porcupine spines
the needles of Zen
bound simply
to round.
I feel frisky today
like a leprechaun
riding the back of a rabbit
in a rodeo
clothed in clover
as shamrocks
rain down
and are tossed back up
like hats.
Up and down
I float
bucking broncos inside.
The world of the leprechaun
is green, Irish green.
He lives beneath the leaves
and dances with the clouds
and uses a mushroom round
for an umbrella
when the sky
is falling down.
Can I get away from leprechauns
for the remainder of this day?
Now, “When Irish eyes are smiling,”
Lilts, like clover, in my brain.
I’m caught on the curve of a shamrock.
Is there no escape?
It seems not.
I hammock in the sound.
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
I feel so fine today,
as though nothing has ever been wrong.
I remember when I had the biopsy,
I thought there can’t be anything wrong.
I felt too well.
And, today, I feel well, too, and I don’t believe there is anything wrong.
I don’t believe I have any Irish in me,
but who knows.
My eyes are smiling,
and I think the smile
is what steals the heart away.
May your smile be stealing hearts today,
and may there be so many hearts stolen,
and retrieved that the passing of hearts,
is a movement tidal as the sea,
global, as song.
Jane and I talk today. Our focus has been around me, but I feel fine, so our writing may change. I still have many medical appointments and 33 times of radiation, but I feel a huge shift in my being, a coming back to life. I am amazed to feel so good. I live today in a harvest of tears. Thank you!! There truly is life after death, renewal and change.
I thought you might want the whole Irish eyes song so you can sing it all day long to the delight of your friends and co-workers.
Here it is! Happy St. Patrick's Day. I hope you are wearing Green!
There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
