For hours cast the sun lit moon,
its light on Liscannor bay.
The sea lapping, gently moved away,
leaving the rock shore accessible to my feet.
Boulders became my throne.
So watching, had a comfort in it.
Clear of cloud, silver heavens kissed the earth.
In ecstasy, everything danced.
Wonder lives in the heart.
In moments like this.
The Sun Lit Moon
November 1985 ©
Co.Clare, Ireland