I Can Only Visualize

I can only visualize of a life i did know
Where Finnow the white river to the Blackwater flow
And in fancy i can hear the silver tongued rill
Whose familiar babble has never been known to be still

The high pitched song of the dipper in my dreams i do hear
As if the waterway he sang in to me was quite near
The past though long gone in our memories remain
That in our dreams and visualizations we do visit again

The old fields that often inspired me to rhyme
I have not seen or walked on for many Seasons of time
But on the calm of a Summer evening just after sundown
I can hear a cow lowing in a field near Millstreet Town

And in my visualizations i often hear and see
In Spring a male robin sing on a leafy birch tree
When the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blooms of the May
By the Boggeragh hills from here many sky miles away

I can only visualize of the what used to be
Of the past in time and distance that does seem far from me
Where to many i would be a stranger today
And time on my life ever ticking away.