I saw a shooting star tonight, on an unintended walk.
I could have wished for many things, of which I will not talk.
I found instead an Irish prayer, with little left to do,
and turned it into gentle verse and sent it off to you...
Go raibh an ghaoth buille bog sin ort,
Bealtaine lonraí an réalta geal os da chionn,
Féadfaidh an domhan fan mhín ar ort,
agus is féidir a fhios agat, Shiora `, Tá grá agam duit