Inspirations and Quotations by Tomas O. Carthaigh - HTML preview

Could be felt by the moving air, The Crying Sky

And a shiver went through my spine,
Though I knew it was not bad,
Still I shiver as if in fear
Of a soul distressed and sad.
Beats a soundtrack to my wakeful night And I the dreamer who cannot sleep to dream Those raindrops are music to me as I write.

I knew not of the shapes
Their kind, origin or name,
But knew they grieved a wrong to them done, Or mourned an unrightable shame. And the tears of these silent shapes Splashed onto cold cold stone, I stood, with no-one near me, And yet I was not alone.

The very fact that I was there Brought to these souls some ease, I though scared, I was glad These distressed souls I could please. And as around me the faded, One to me he spoke,
Reached out and took my hand, And in a cold sweat I awoke! Yet footsteps neath my window move quickly I hear As someone is soaking and quickly moves by The darkness covers all so none can see Under the blanket of the crying sky.