cold cobbles
caught
in moonlight
shining
they cling
transfixed
transformed
transgressing
transported
beneath the
campanile
lights
flish
flash
flare
cycling home
the chitter
chatterers
charmingly
close their day
under the half
smiling moon
clouds mass
beneath a
yellow light
he stoops
she rises
they kiss
he cries
she closes
her eyes
..your sights and sounds of Dublin-town, draw me in, and then you make it personal...and I feel I am whating, from around a corner. This is a passerbys dream! Lovely, my friend. Thanks.
