The Sunken Garden

I often retrace
your final steps
to the Sunken Garden
by the soaring tree

The sundial now stands
near where your walk
turned around
you retraced your steps

The way is lit
from the nearby Castle
the final light
by the soaring tree

I carried on
through the Sunken Garden
by the light of the moon
through the barren trees

I often look back
from the lofty terrace
to the sundial
and the soaring tree

I see your figure
reflecting on past visits there
looking around
turning finally back

You're by my side
when I tread the lit pathway
to the Sunken Garden
and the soaring tree

A bheil gaol agad orm?

The Atlantic calls
from across the moors
the lochs wink at me
with promise of spring

We connected
from behind a screen
you distracted me
from the learning at hand

I wanted to see you
hear your voice
but I have to come
across from the moors

Maybe I need
to look in your face
hear your voice
connect to your mind

To answer
the age-old question
in the old language
a bheil gaol agad orm?