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
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