as the sun beamed down
the river flowed fast
as the walked south
The bothy stood
beyond the stones
a few steps in water
and we'd be there
We passed on south
as the blue sky
reflected in
a thousand shifting mirrors
A whirlwind blew
a circle in
the swirling waters
thence hissing in the grass
Hand in hand we headed
along the fields of heather
towards the pyramid
of Roineabhal
At Eilean Mhor I called
but you did not respond
the sun growing hazy
beyond the nearby hills
I could not wait
to cross the deep waters
you had gone
disappeared - were you ever there?
The gloomy waters
rapidly flowed
as I gained the far side
below frowning Roineabhal
As I climbed the hill
nothing stirred
on the shores of Eilean Mhor
Did I abandon you?
Did you abandon me
For the youth of Coire Geurad
to chase the hares
far south on the slopes of Rapaire?
