In the quiet of the noise

In the quiet of the noise

In the quiet of the noise

The moments die

Side by side

Places where you

Can't wake up

The stations flashing by

Like warning signs

Don't walk

The past and future's tied

Just watch the light

Kaleidoscope

Across the centuries

The sanctuaries of night

For just a while these hours

And race against the tide

Conquistadores

Playing games

Till nowhere left to hide

But the reflections

When the day was yours

In the quiet of the noise.

Photograph: The sea at

Spanish Point

Co. Clare 1996.