Eilean a'Cheo / Skye

Your mountains frowned
with a white cap on
over silent vales
and babbling brooks

Winter was coming
over a year of goings
I walked in your midst
in utter silence

The sea lit up the sky
with the dark peaks to my right
rocks loomed high into the mist
as I reached Fiunary

A slab in memory of
on the way over the hill
as the westering sun
sank under the dark sea

I'm not far away now
and often look down the Minch
at your mist-wrapped peaks
Eilean a Cheo. Skye.

On the start of a new week

Not all those who wonder are lost.
Perceptions are deceptive.
Impressions are not made by teeth alone
The sun shines, even after it has set

Live not in the past
lest you collide with the future
Go forward
facing forward

Be inquisitive
and you'll find
what you're not
looking for

The nightowl hoots
under the pallid moon
awaiting the dawn
of a brazen morn

Not all those who wander are lost
All that is gold does not glitter
the old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king

(Last two verses from JRR Tolkien's Lord of the Rings)