Thus Sat Two Men

Cudos Hugo



There sat two men upon a ledge
Who cast their dreams
with skipping stones
Across the rolling tide
While casting eyes along the ledge
And over rolling hills
To where once their sat a man
In dreamers eyes and
built the world again.
With each hop of Dutch-flat rock
They smiled and knew the other
They spent three hours maybe more
And saw the sun salute the day
Thus sat two men in Sandycove
One evening late in May

An Irish Girl

From out a brown-haired Irish girl
- real Irish with that Irish look
Now lost to concrete dim
There rings a song in times gone grim.
A song of faith for doubtful dreamers
Dreading darkness, drinking doubles
Lost in life’s complexities.
Gone the days of beauty bare
Nor path, nor light to lead us there
Gone the nights of wanton lust
Buried deep without a care.
Now on this never ending path
A group of dreamers stand
Their dreams long worn, near gone
The darkness cut by a singer’s song.