By Kieran Furey, Ireland (Published in Issue 16)
The world seems most beautiful at sunset,
Though then there is less light to live by.
How well what light is left highlights the sky
As twilight weans us slowly from the day.
The family comes together at dusk
As the earth we cling to is taking us
Across the shining edge and into the night,
And we remembering how this morning
The world was new and flooded all with light.
Kieran Furey is from Ireland and during the 1980's and early 1990's he self-published over 20 books and booklets of short stories, satire, poetry and travel material, eventually selling over 25,000 copies of his work. He spent 6 years in Latin America, teaching English in Ecuador & Nicaragua, doing voluntary work in Cuba and travelling widely in Brazil. He won the Féile Filíochta "Poem of Europe" competition in 2006 and has won numerous competitions for poetry and prose, over the years. He regularly writes for magazines, newspapers and for the web. He lives in Longford with his family and is a member of the Lanesboro Writers Group.