Lugh’s Garden

Like barley sugar,
All shaped likes horses and dogs,
Sparkling in the lights
Of Christmas candles, the way
Your eyes are sparkling, thrills me.
When I was a child,
I found joy in little things;
Butterflies flashing
Like little flags in the wind,
And the colors in raindrops,
The sound of a brook,
Trying to push moss from rocks,
Huffing and puffing,
Rolling over with laughter
When the moss would not let go.
These are the moments
That flood back into my mind
When I see your smile,
And know that barley sugar
Is not as sweet as your love.

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