Beneath the Celtic sky
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I’ve fought with fire
with blood
with soul
to calm the storm
to play my role
A heart that beats
in reckless time
a borderline pulse
so wild
so blind
But you
with your northern eyes so clear
speak without words
yet I feel you near
Your Celtic silence
your gentle hand
a quiet strength
like the shifting sand
I’ve tried to learn
your subtle art
to bury the chaos
that tears me apart
To hold my tongue
when the urge ignites
to tame the beast
in the dead of night
You don’t shout
you don’t scream
you hold your truth
in a whispered dream
I’ve watched you
calm in your own skin
as I burn with questions
I can’t begin
But here I stand
beneath your skies
not chasing fire
but tracing your eyes
For you are a man
of the unspoken
true
and I am learning
the quiet too
My punk heart struggles
it always will
to walk your path
to be still
Yet in this silence
I find my way
respecting you
in the wild disarray
So though I crave the chaos
the scream
I’ll hold it back for you
it seems
In your world of gentleness
I’ll stand
finding peace
in the touch of your hand