Remembering Sinead

Those strange lit eyes,
What lies beyond, farthest sight.
ET? Too young. More Sinead in disguise,
But 21st c. The future, lurking
In the corner of my past.

Two worlds – earth and sea – meet only in
Dream pictures.
Something lies beyond dream
Outside realms of meaning
If I could go there, I would, but I am firm
In the afternoon of my present.

And it is you who will find second sight
And carry wisdom in your half lit eyebrows, carefully,
Like holding a baby,
To the familiar bank,
This side of the river.