I wrote this in 2003 while still in Ireland, but wanted to share it with you now. At the time, it was about a person, but like many things in life it could also be about a place, a land, or a way of being. I hope that in some way it touches your heart.


In those moments

when time does not exist

And memories waft

like fragile seeds upon the wind

I find you

between the sleeves of my desire

Etched in fire

along the edges of my heart

And so it comes to pass

that I miss you – still

Aliana Alani (2003), printed here July 2011

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