03-31-2017, 05:42 PM
When I am home and in my bed,
familiar things around my head,
I know I will remember these:
Sitka's sighs in salty breeze,
skirling gulls on wind-wild days;
sun-gold water wedged 'tween haze
and Raasay Sound, sparked bright with foam;
when I am back in bed at home.
When I am home and in my bed,
I'll dream I'm in this land instead;
prone Rona's peaks proud capped in snow,
hoist from the soft-sprung peat below.
From every cleft sweet water swells
to flow in burns through quiet dells.
These things I hold, like words unsaid,
when I am home and in my bed.
When I am home and in my bed
awake, yet dream-strange tears I shed.
Each by each bring memories
of floating eagles, tumbling screes,
mirrored mountains, salmon's wakes,
flame-flushed air before day breaks,
heather smoke that drifts and mists
the dour, drab Skye, where sunlight flits,
long after shadows lay blurred lines,
across the cladding, darkening pines.
All things persist; asleep or dead,
when I am home and in my bed.
tectak
Callakille2017
familiar things around my head,
I know I will remember these:
Sitka's sighs in salty breeze,
skirling gulls on wind-wild days;
sun-gold water wedged 'tween haze
and Raasay Sound, sparked bright with foam;
when I am back in bed at home.
When I am home and in my bed,
I'll dream I'm in this land instead;
prone Rona's peaks proud capped in snow,
hoist from the soft-sprung peat below.
From every cleft sweet water swells
to flow in burns through quiet dells.
These things I hold, like words unsaid,
when I am home and in my bed.
When I am home and in my bed
awake, yet dream-strange tears I shed.
Each by each bring memories
of floating eagles, tumbling screes,
mirrored mountains, salmon's wakes,
flame-flushed air before day breaks,
heather smoke that drifts and mists
the dour, drab Skye, where sunlight flits,
long after shadows lay blurred lines,
across the cladding, darkening pines.
All things persist; asleep or dead,
when I am home and in my bed.
tectak
Callakille2017