And I go to sleep for a while,
And with no regrets, for I know
That bitter tears are too heavy
And that nostalgia often holds
Some regret that well often chokes
What is meant that cannot be said.
I go to sleep now for a while,
A tiny little stretch of hours
That will lie until all is pale
And I am happy for the time
To sleep and dream of rhapsodies
And remember paths far long gone.
Don’t weep, this time is mine alone,
This light, within a light that shines.
I think of you all as you were,
And I a youth, with glow and song.
Life is just what I’ll make of it
Now that life is near its pale end.
Conchúr Ó Dairil
9th April 2013