Call of the Highlands

a visitation of cloth draped about you; a pearl

to link the lady therein –

a weave of highlands revisited,

more than just name can give –

 

amid water of memory cast shallow,

long shadows promise

of virtue filled –

beauty concealing a thread

of unwritten …

 

word you hold in concord  -

presented by course of the highlands,

the hound stands in 

watch of a maid,

draped in a weave;  a the cloth worthy

of life in binding cause -

 

be it the tartan revealing

my namesake; your heart entwined 

that I succumb -

to the bearing, my lass,   

my lady, I bow to

the highlands in

pause

 

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008