Softly falls her hair in midday sun,
Gently falls my stare on the run
Of her hand, through her hair.

As of all the goddess; I can compare
You to them all.

In the midnight moonlight —
Darkness is invisible,
The sorrowful departure is inevitable.

For I must wake again
And the morning will take you again.

by Robin McNamara

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Published by robinmcpoet

Robin McNamara is an Irish poet with over 90 poems published worldwide. A regular contributor to Poetry Ireland poetry prompts. UCD Library have a selection of his pandemic poems in their archives as a record of poems written during this period. Robin’s debut chapbook is to be published with Hedgehog Poetry Press in early 2021.

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