ARAN EVENING
At low tide A beached trawler Leans against the pier Calm descends Upon the sea And life settles To a peaceful evening I am content With the parting Of tourists and Strangers The leaving Of the last boat And we are left To ourselves Turning homeward To conversation By the fire Dancing to the music Of the story Of our lives Our loneliness and Our loves And the island Remains With our echoes In the light Of a full moon On dark waters