Where the sea now runs fast
under the white narrow bridge
where a boat once plied
across the whirlpools
Was it there they were meant
to meet up forever
for a new life
across the distant sea?
Did the ship not wait
beyond the islands
Was the night too dark
or perhaps too light?
None can imagine
when an empty horizon
opened on a new day
that broke her heart
None can imagine
when a full ship
headed west
yet empty to him
Bjorn's northernmost isle
little and great
still sings the sadness
of Calum Sgaire
Return
Speeding away
from the land of trees
receding into
a curtain of rain
Rising above
the blanket of cloud
heading into and
beyond a sunset
A snow shower
welcomed me
on making landfall
over the island
A winter sunrise
the lower sun
the white covering
Chi mi'n Geamhraidh
from the land of trees
receding into
a curtain of rain
Rising above
the blanket of cloud
heading into and
beyond a sunset
A snow shower
welcomed me
on making landfall
over the island
A winter sunrise
the lower sun
the white covering
Chi mi'n Geamhraidh
Change
The leafless trees
are swept by curtains
of cold January rain
reflecting my reflective mood
The land of trees
stands still
rain spattering the branches
as I prepare my farewell
The browns of the winter-
heather on the uplands
The yellow of the encroaching
yet unwanted grass
Tomorrow
will see me heading out
across two seas once more
towards the old isles
Change is afoot
out there the weather
is always changing
on the Atlantic fringe
are swept by curtains
of cold January rain
reflecting my reflective mood
The land of trees
stands still
rain spattering the branches
as I prepare my farewell
The browns of the winter-
heather on the uplands
The yellow of the encroaching
yet unwanted grass
Tomorrow
will see me heading out
across two seas once more
towards the old isles
Change is afoot
out there the weather
is always changing
on the Atlantic fringe
From the land of trees
From the land of trees
my eye roves north
to the flat lands
encased in ice today
From the land of trees
my eye roves east
where winter growls
but will beat a retreat
From the land of trees
my eye glances south
across many rivers
searching the summer sun
From the land of trees
my eye looks west
seeking the sea
now far and distant
From the land of trees
my eye beholds the Hebrides
whose abiding allure
will pull me there again
my eye roves north
to the flat lands
encased in ice today
From the land of trees
my eye roves east
where winter growls
but will beat a retreat
From the land of trees
my eye glances south
across many rivers
searching the summer sun
From the land of trees
my eye looks west
seeking the sea
now far and distant
From the land of trees
my eye beholds the Hebrides
whose abiding allure
will pull me there again
New Year
As darkness falls
light yet spreads
from windows lit
by warmth within
As cold winds howl
and dark rains lash
the huddled houses
round the shore
Expectation grows
past the midnight hour
they're safe now
home soon
She bucked on the waves
guided by distant lights
obscured by spray whipped
by the winter gale
Her guidance awry
her crew seeing blind
her sailors powerless
to save her from certain doom
The light obscured
the prism darkened
the ancient reef
lay in her path
The rockets mistaken
the cries unheard
the waves took nearly all
on board
A cold morning broke
windless and calm
leaving them scattered
on eastern shores
When New Year comes
the island mourns
those promised to come
on the Iolaire
light yet spreads
from windows lit
by warmth within
As cold winds howl
and dark rains lash
the huddled houses
round the shore
Expectation grows
past the midnight hour
they're safe now
home soon
She bucked on the waves
guided by distant lights
obscured by spray whipped
by the winter gale
Her guidance awry
her crew seeing blind
her sailors powerless
to save her from certain doom
The light obscured
the prism darkened
the ancient reef
lay in her path
The rockets mistaken
the cries unheard
the waves took nearly all
on board
A cold morning broke
windless and calm
leaving them scattered
on eastern shores
When New Year comes
the island mourns
those promised to come
on the Iolaire
The lighthouse
It beckons me
from afar
beyond two seas
I can feel its call
For some days yet
I shall not see
from my nighttime window
the familiar light
For some days yet
I shall see
from my nighttime window
the familiar trees of old
The lighthouse of old
a beacon leading me home
from afar
from beyond two seas
In darkness of night
I dream of a light
Yet far out of sight
for some days to come
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