Where Dublin Flows

Where Dublin Flows

written by: Julian Lee

 

Within the heart where Dublin’s cobbles lie,
The Liffey winds beneath the silver span,
It sings the dreams of every child and man,
And mirrors soft the ever-changing sky.

It glides beneath the bridges, old and proud,
Through whispers caught in every stone and quay,
A keeper of the city’s memory,
Its voice as calm as fog, or fierce and loud.

The morning breaks, and workers cross its grace,
While gulls wheel high above the tide below,
The river moves with secrets none can know,
Yet all of Dublin knows it’s in its place.

At dusk it shimmers gold beneath the lights,
Reflecting pubs and poets’ fading song,
The years it’s held this city close and strong,
Embracing both its wrongs and quiet rights.

A thousand years have washed along its shore,
From Viking sails to trades of modern steel,
The Liffey flows, unbound by wheel or keel,
A pulse that beats in Dublin’s timeless core.

So let it flow through night and waking day,
Through laughter, loss, and stories yet begun,
As constant as the rain, the wind, the sun
The Liffey guides, though never asks to stay.