(A series of posts leading up to/including The Nocturnes Photo Tour in the West of Ireland, July 15-25, 2013)
I gaze deep into the cold Maigh Eo night.
As long, lonely shafts of light
Search the darkened sky.
Searing 'cross rooftops, treetops
and low clouds seeded by turf-fires.
And for what?
A reason? Why?
When we've this symphony of stars,
Above us, all our nights and days.
(Copyright 2000, Tim Baskerville)