under wintering stars
or in the gloaming
of the Hebridean sky
I'm sometimes reminded
of you
of your voice
what you stood for
I knew of your wishes
one was not granted
but your love
was not unspent
Maybe a visit
to old Stornoway,
to old haunts
on antipodean shores
As the daylight
lingers through the night
your memory
lives on in us all
She who knows all,
your faithful companion,
will rejoin you
beyond the Rainbow Bridge
After you finally stride
down the garden path
to collect her
from her forever home
