A Perfect Evening

The evening sun went down.

There were roses in the sky 

and flames over the sea.

A man played the fiddle

at the end of the quay,

wind song his melody.

Two people, silhouetted,

watched the Muglins rise, 

tears of beauty in their eyes.

A seal’s head broke the waves

as if to bless the day’s end.

I was with two good friends.

The East Pier at Dun Laoghaire