Small boy with dog, one Sunday

It is a sky to be alone with.
One that will keep secrets
when whispered aloud

But, as the sun trails
rose-tinged fragments
on a rusty edge of wind,
Paddy chases shadows
ears erect ,
and is content.

Here, in a skin long shed,
I skimmed stones, ran through
vast tracts of wheat,
gold and hazel as Marie`s eyes.
Here, I searched and found
and gathered rumours.

Now a dying swaith of sunlight
brings temporary blindness.
In the dark green silence
I can only look inside
and grasp at who I used to be.