The house by the road
stands empty
of you
in the sunset light
The road echoes
to the memory
of your feet and dance
and laughter
The machair sighs
under the winds
of this world
where the sea roils ashore
Your feet still tread
Your happiness lingers
The marram grass rustles
to the tunes you made
She who knows all
is at the Window on the West
for when you return
you'll never be apart again
