Ailbe was the love of Colme’s life but
She was a bit upon the offbeat side.
A mere figment of his unbridled imagination,
She could, at times, be quite difficult.
When the wind was in his favor, she
Unfailingly sange quite a joyous song.
During turbulent gales, though, the sound of her
Voice could destroy lives.
Regularly, during their relationship, he would notice faces
curiously eliminated from his photographs.
One day, completely without fanfare, she quietly disappeared beyond the Horizon.