Bliadhna Mhath Ùr
(happy new year)
each their own soul bears
held trembling in the night
as all the year’s cares
in the liquid flame ignite
in the stillness echoes
the flutter of hope’s wings
soft in the candle’s glow
as all those present sing
Time halts his weary dance
if but for a moment
all the world entranced
at the year’s remnant
in the death and rebirth
we find the subtle meaning
of the magnitude of worth
and the hope found in dreaming
