Body tensing in a new land and hot, fresh bread clipping down the cobblestone. Coffee poured down street drains and buses riding on streetcar tracks. Brick on brick and rocks to rocks fading into the sun with each decade. Clocks chime for noon, as bar stool hit the tiled floors. The river may divide the two sides, but Guinness connects the two halves of my heart. Chocolate covered hands are used as the glue, melted to my soul. The playful song of the ocean breeze, calls me back to another homeland.
Green be fierce and Orange stand strong.
Until the day I see you again, let it’s memory run as blood in my veins.
