Chi mi'n Tir,
I'm playing it again - I see the land.
From afar, the Hebrides call me.
And back I shall come.
Following the light north
Until it's a beacon
at the nadir
of the night
Beckoning
septentrionally
attracted
to the pale skies
Ancient rocks
rising up out of
the wild untamed
untamable Atlantic
From whence many
left
for all time
never to return
Where many
return
lured thither
by unseen bonds
Chi mi'n Tir
I see the land
from beyond
the distant horizon
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