Flower Of The West

Sunburst. The morning moar. The light of God. The heart of youth. I look around me. My eyes find their rest on this garden the flower of the west. Sunrise. The colour frontier. The ageing light. The sight that knows no fear. I look over Orinsay to the Trumisgarry shore. To Aloter. And the road to Ahmore. The silent skies. An innocent heart Holding the moment away from time in the dark. All I see. All I know. Is touching the sacred earth warming the hallowed ground. I survive the childhood universe and I step the naked heath where the breathing of the vanished lies in acres round my feet past Loch Scadavagh Loch Fada and the flatlands to the east where the dark blue mass of Eval meets the rising Rock of Lee. Between the Crogary and Mairi I started to descend Loch Aongais on my left hand side I look across to Clett. Collies barking on the outrun Dunlin dancing on the sand. Breakers show round Corran Vallique and empty the Atlantic on the strand