Tadhg & Dónal
The night is sleeping, its duty done
Dreams surrender to a tepid sun
The waking thoughts that greet the day
Are of the womb or debts to pay
Amidst the toil of labour’s lot
Sulks the toil of labour not
The idle mind does burden more
Cast adrift from haven’s shore
Withering on this great expanse
Hostage to official chance
Recurring waves of nowhere bound
And tidal strains that run aground
No metaphor will see this through
Nor pleading to compassion’s hue
‘The world is all that is the case’
The coldness of indifferent place
So when the night reclaims the dreams
From low and slumbering sunlit beams
The sleeping thoughts are of the womb
Those guiding lights , the eternal bloom
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