Beneath the Hanging Stone
Eyes cast across the waters
You and I watch at end of day
Sun now lost behind Arklow Rock
on it's way to bring tomorrow's light
Black clouds gather beneath a sheathed Moon
To Hang high over Clogga and the Priest's Gate
Black waves slide toward a darkened shore
fury unleashed on the stony Breakwater
This untamed destroyer rising up
from the brown stained whirling spume
Flee you clouds on this fretted wind
hiding the sky of spangled stars
behind your pregnant heave of rain
This birth of water now released
across the town waiting
for a dark and salty midnight tide
And this rage of rain uncoiled and free
in a rising sloughing dancing river
sweeping through Avoca's Vale
onward to the roiling sea
This gathered tempest swelled and drawn
tight across the banks of sand
Spin you over the blind depths
to sweep with howling glee
toward this crouching Hanging Stone
Hold hard you grassed and fragile dunes
these waves invade this battered shore
to strip bare your light held roots
and return you grain by grain
to the wild waters deep and dark
And you and I gathered here
in our own evening of life
watch in never ending wonder
Nature's Will brought in cold legions
and marched across Arklow Bay
Here in this tempered gloom
We hear this Symphony of Storms
We hear this Harvest Gale
