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.