Poem by Meg Bateman.
Lightness / Aotromachd
It was your lightness that drew me,
The lightness of your talk and your laughter,
The lightness of your cheek in my hands,
Your sweet gentle modest lightness;
And it is the lightness of your kiss
That is starving my mouth,
And the lightness of your embrace
That will let me go adrift.
B’ e d’ aotromachd a rinn mo thaladh,
Aotromachd do chainnte’s do ghaire,
Aotromachd do lethchinn nam lamhan,
D’ aotromachd lurach ur mhalda;
Agus ‘s e aotromachd do phoige
A tha a’ cur trasg air mo bheoil-sa,
Is ‘s e aotromachd do ghlaic mum chuairt-sa
A leigeas seachad leis an t-sruth mi.
Meg Bateman |