You Were Driving By The Sea

You were driving by the sea
in the dream,
explaining your regret,
why you led us not into temptation.

And I remembered then
the biblical rain
that lashed your conscience
at the doorway of desire.

I woke with my feet
in a puddle of rainwater,
the church-bell
was counting my sorrows.

Bhís dom’ thiomáint cois trá

Bhís dom’ thiomáint cois trá

Bhís dom’ thiomáint cois trá
sa taibhreamh,
ag míniú an cathú a bhí ort,
an fáth nár ligis sinn i gcathú . . .

is chuimhníos ansan
ar an mbáisteach bhíoblúil
a fhliuch do choinsias
ar tairseach na dúile . . .

Dhúisíos is mo dhá chois
i lochán báistí,
clog an tsáipéil
ag áireamh mo bhróin.