Sunburst. The morning moar. The  light of God. The heart of  youth. I look around me. My eyes  find their rest on this garden  the flower of the west. Sunrise.  The colour frontier. The ageing  light. The sight that knows no  fear. I look over Orinsay to the  Trumisgarry shore. To Aloter.  And the road to Ahmore. The  silent skies. An innocent heart  Holding the moment away from  time in the dark. All I see. All  I know. Is touching the sacred  earth warming the hallowed  ground. I survive the childhood  universe and I step the naked  heath where the breathing of the  vanished lies in acres round my  feet past Loch Scadavagh Loch  Fada and the flatlands to the  east where the dark blue mass of  Eval meets the rising Rock of  Lee. Between the Crogary and  Mairi I started to descend Loch  Aongais on my left hand side I  look across to Clett. Collies  barking on the outrun Dunlin  dancing on the sand. Breakers  show round Corran Vallique and  empty the Atlantic on the  strand.