The cliffs forever haunt me,
The symmetry, the lines,
It gives my heart a feeling,
The words are hard to find
As I sail beside them to my destination
All my troubles are swept aside
My mind remembers moments
The many happy times
Singing, laughing and reeling.
Stealing glances, in circles of song
Whilst sinking beers, caught up amidst the revelry
I’d often miss my song
So many carefree summers
Setting off from Doolin Peer
To the Aran islands a wandering
Where I could disappear
Dia dhuit the chosen native greeting
Called out with a nod and salute
As the islanders make their way
On their regular commute
Watching mothers at windows
So focused on the open sea
For signs of the curraghs with their husbands and sons
Coming home to them safely
The life of an aran islander
The simplicity and the sculptured stone
With the sea and the harsh realities
To an outsider seems so honest yet alone
This beauty has ensnared me
The islands, this sacred trinity of three
Has captured my soul
That’s why I call it my spiritual home
Beautiful xxx