Our paths diverged
we did not meet again
Your face remains etched
on my memory
Dragged down
by an obscure affliction
that few have heard of
let alone us
Your kindness was
unwavering
even down the phoneline
that last time we spoke
Only once more
would you cross
the sea west
to watch the sun set
Where the owl flew
where you saw
for a final time
the gentle hills and green valleys
You are not gone
for as long as those
you knew and loved
remember
And even beyond that time
the hills and moors
the dunes and beaches
the forests and streams
They will remember you
Rainbow
Arcing high
at the moment of sunset
the sign of the covenant
rearing up east
Fractured
through refraction
echoed
in silent multitudes
Ablaze in the west
at the minute of sunset
dappled in gold
reds and amber
Clouds and raindrops
a canvas and backdrop
for endless permutations
of colours and hues
For only a few moments
until the rainbow fades
from zenith to horizon
taking its colours with it
For only a few moments
until the clouds fade
into the grey of dusk
and disappear into the night
at the moment of sunset
the sign of the covenant
rearing up east
Fractured
through refraction
echoed
in silent multitudes
Ablaze in the west
at the minute of sunset
dappled in gold
reds and amber
Clouds and raindrops
a canvas and backdrop
for endless permutations
of colours and hues
For only a few moments
until the rainbow fades
from zenith to horizon
taking its colours with it
For only a few moments
until the clouds fade
into the grey of dusk
and disappear into the night
Empire of Stone
In the Empire of Stone
A stone ribbon
threads through
heather-clad stone
In the Empire of Stone
A rivulet sings
a stoney song
on its never-ending cascade
In the Empire of Stone
a wreath of golden sand
wraps below the green sward
lining the ancient hills
In the Empire of Stone
hearts were broken
on unforgiving rock
where lives foundered
In the Empire of Stone
rocky inlets
lined by distant homesteads
on the eastern shore
In the Empire of Stone
where rocks roll
small and large
up and down the hills
In the Empire of Stone
rearing up to the sky
the tallest peaks
in these outer isles
Although clouds may lower
to shroud its distant beauty
Chi mi'n Tir
the Empire of Stone
A stone ribbon
threads through
heather-clad stone
In the Empire of Stone
A rivulet sings
a stoney song
on its never-ending cascade
In the Empire of Stone
a wreath of golden sand
wraps below the green sward
lining the ancient hills
In the Empire of Stone
hearts were broken
on unforgiving rock
where lives foundered
In the Empire of Stone
rocky inlets
lined by distant homesteads
on the eastern shore
In the Empire of Stone
where rocks roll
small and large
up and down the hills
In the Empire of Stone
rearing up to the sky
the tallest peaks
in these outer isles
Although clouds may lower
to shroud its distant beauty
Chi mi'n Tir
the Empire of Stone
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