' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Run Like The Wind Poem by Dónall Dempsey

They never marry.

Live their lives
as lovers

creating each new day
in thier image

'Happy
in our happiness! '

When he dies...
she wants to die with him.

She doesn't.

Lives on for another 9
against her will.

Keeps his ashes on the mantlepeice.

'When I die...'
she makes us promise.

'..I want my ashes
mingled with his

& then scattered
over our Welsh hills

so that he & I
can run...run

...like the wind! '