On the edge of the machair
on the edge of the ocean
you left us
in the quiet of the night
Little Berneray was
your last port of call
in the fields of flowers
where the waves lap ashore
Your spirit slipped out
in the depths of the night
looked out on Bjorn's Isle
left your companion for now
Little Berneray wept
that sunsplashed afternoon
Little Berneray sang
under the December stars
You walk with Orion
you swim in Canopus' light
under the Southern Cross
from whence you came
to the edge of the machair
by the ocean's shore
Your voice still rings out
in my mind's ear
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