By Béibhinn Ní Chaisleáin

 

What if all across the ages, we fell in love 

What if we danced at balls or farmed our modest fields, side by side

What if the glint of your armour held my bashful gaze

Or you peddled past my yard each day, just for a smile 

I imagine that our bond could outwit the ticks of time, 

That together, we could dodge the pendulum swings, 

And renew love each day as the world slowly aged