I heard the questions between your words.

You thought your story escaped from my lips.

And believed I had shouted it to the world.

But, we slept through the cold season,

then awakened to sunlight and warm veins.

We pushed the chill aside,

let bitter thoughts stay frozen in time

let all our suspicions dissolve back then,

and when we knew we were far enough removed,

let what had been an icebound float,

white ice changed to the white of a feather

landing upon soft green fields,

{in aice le linn ár gcroí saor in aisce agus liopaí miongháire}

(next to us with our free hearts and smiling lips)

while we fulfilled love’s ambition.

If all else dies but us, we shall not mourn.

That feeling of us as one never leaving.

I’ll watch the sunrise along with you.

I’ll remember summer as you do.