Footfalls . . .
“Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden . . .”
Did I hear a low echo of footfalls in this abandoned cottage nestled in hills of Kilfenora? In the shadow, I stood for a moment and imagined the souls that once lived here and where they are now.
‘Oh, roamer from lands where the vanished years go…’
Come out of your silence and tell me if Life is so fair in that world as they say? Do these sorrows die out with our breath?
I need to know.