Conor Kelly

Whispers of love were in the springtime airas I lay dreaming of our first full kissbeside the temple wall when he said thiswas happiness and could we ever shareour lives together, find a place somewhere.All I could do was smile, feel my heart missa beat and wipe away a tear. All thisI dreamt about . . . . Continue Reading »

(To Gabriel) You are much nearer Godthan I, in solitude, withdrawn,can ever hope to be.You are the blood-tinged cloud at dawn,you are the dew my feet have trod.I am the tree. You are the rising sun.Your solemn words are like the heatthat now envelops me.You are a message, incomplete,you are the . . . . Continue Reading »