Field of Wheat on the Last Day of Summer by Muireann Ní Cheallacháin
we’d burn the city to the ground
and dance on the ashes
in love
alive and free
until with time we realize
we miss what we’ve destroyed
and can’t have it back
made for lost moments
leading separate lives
rambling on
in separate lives
we’d made
for lost moments
we can’t miss and
what we’ve destroyed alive
have back free love and ashes
leading the dance
burn the city to the ground
and with time we realize it
again
until…
