The promise fulfilled
I gazed in your eyes
and found profound

Two pools
of green
in depth

Your kindness
and empathy
moved me
to the core

Whatever happens
when I head north
leaving the beaches
and machair behind

Friendship abides
as does the memory
of when we stepped out
on the fresh machair grass

Eala bhan mo chridhe
Fly out in the west
by the seashore
where you find peace

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