a message

Laya at Castlerigg stone circle outside Keswick, England

a message here
so we would imagine
or merely playing at eternity?

a chance to climb
to mime to speak with the past
and breathe a false druidic air

touching cold stones
snapping swiftly disseminated
photos while leaning against monuments

a message lost
too often misinterpreted
when wrapped in selfish longing

say what you will
but our ancestors were not
messaging you or me or any else besides

and that is rightly so
for my heart bathes these stones
in cadences of wishful aspiration

we see not what is
but what we long to be
and that is what binds us to forever


nighean ruadh

it came as no surprise to me then

and yet i delighted in the sight

of you standing beneath the great tree

still gathering sparkles of sunlight

jealously shielded by the canopy above


the sun could not bear to part from you


delighted at your gentle touch

along the bark of this ancient weaver

entwining emeralds in the air about you

bobbing lightly through the shadows

wanting only to be close to you


the finest jewels suffer at your sight


how can i express the joy i felt

seeing you there, your lovely hair

gleefully glancing here waving there

nothing could i even now compare

to the serenity in your face


peace itself bows reverently before you


that moment belonged to you, m’eudail

mind you the music across the park

the pipes had begun to play and all would say

that the melody so fair was like the song

that flows from your sweet lips


music adores thee as well, my love


i will always mind that tree in Hyde Park

and how you glowed even in the shadows

for the truth of your very being is such

that no darkness could ever shroud the beauty

of my beloved nighean ruadh*


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* “Nighean ruadh” translates as “red-haired lass”.

a life wholly fulfilled

oh weighty the years
that have borne my body
to once sullen earth
so weighty the moments
of desperate mourning
and insatiate madness
yet how sweetly now
time my heart engages
paging miraculous tales
and how lovingly now
my rising soul entangles
among vines of utmost joy
and all because of you
inspired, so deeply desired
wistfully wondrously you
singing songs of laughter
chanting hymns of love
pressing patterns peaceful
because of you, my love
the sun pirouettes above
the moon languorously lists
and i, emancipated at last
embrace the finest fullness
of a life wholly fulfilled

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moments sae pure

afore there were promise and sang
afore wintry nights had grown lang
afore our guests frae afar did thrang
there were cumbria’s brawest dales
just afore we twa were wed, m’eudail
just as our passions had led
afore our vows sae true were said
we traveled through love’s sweetest tales
’twere ye and the grass and the trees
and there i quickly fell tae my knees
this image tae capture with ease
yet i still had nae seen full well
no, not the blush in yer cheek
nor the joy that ye surely did seek
my soul being ever too mild, too meek
the clearest of truths tae tell
when i rose and finally drew near
yer sweet gentle voice tae hear
expecting naught but great cheer
i saw then the tears in yer eyes
oh how could i but trace, then
in this most idyllic place
the tears that slid doon yer face
abuin derwent water serene
how could i then have known
all the mysteries yet tae be shown
despite how close we had grown
my beauteous, my wondrous queen
there are moments aye sae pure
beyond all the pain we endure
which in sharing might yet ensure
that love maun ne’er gae agley
in keswisk we wandered and played
o’er knowes and glens we strayed
yet for a moment on that hill we stayed
as i kissed yer tears away

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Laya above Derwent Water in Keswick, England