A Love a Lassie

If ever a boy stood so alone on a hill.

A warrior from battle after the kill

He looks for his love with a gentle sigh

And blue skies coast gently by.

He comes back to mind his lassie so.

He looks and surveys a panorama as though.

Being sent from heaven to mend a broken heart   .

Battle worn senses screaming to be together not apart.

A god sent to from a time which is long long lost.

A searching spirit cast into limbo a ghost.

She cries a heart so broken waiting to mended

The heathers shrouds mystically blended.

His heart weeps gently for the soul of his lassie.

His bairn golden locks eyes that light the night.

Casting glances ore the valley for he is almost home.

He can smell the sweet smell of the peat burning bright.

He looks skyward and his heart drifts minds of love.

He looks to the  land as the earth kisses his worn feet so much pain the brain doesn’t understand.

Shelter and love is the only focus in the mind of the boy now the man.

If his god has chosen he will be in the greater plan.

Down a winding road its an unfamiliar path.

She waits with rivers of tears.

Banished into to past their mortal fears.

Arms wide open the fold of a lovers haven.