I stand in the center of silence.
You who gave so much say nothing.
I wait, I wait...
A movement, a glance, a touch, something...
You could wait for forever,
Or find in an instant
The peace of death;
Cold quite of ten thousand years.
Can we sleep into the rocking nights?
Curtains pulled, rolling wheels,
Trees hiding the sheep behind the bank.

		- Fáinne Fílí CRA