And by her call, me moved to the wild...
As if dropping a defense
To my wanderings
Cited an Yeats...
The God so Irish
Answers to my wanderings
Like there lies my exact shore
To go away to that wild
With a fairy holding me right
To get the bliss of solitude and God
Where dreams faraway from weepings always evolve...
Where songs happen all the small moments eternalised
Where Peace like heaven stays immobile, fixed...
(Note :- on a poem by W.B. Yeats...)