In Scotland
The drums were beating
In Scotland, the drums were beating.
Cross the midlands into the south
I know you could hear me coming.
From the words that fell from my mouth.
I could have been standing beside you.
With your words, you put me right there.
I could feel your breath and presence.
And touch your hand and your long red hair.
Together we drifted into Dreamtime.
Tomorrow flew before the storm.
Wind gusts, rain and weather conditions.
They were elemental and seemed the norm.
The signposts pointed towards potential.
We were flying o’er rivers and hills.
And flew over the wild ocean.
the thrills and the spills
In your arms, the wind sang softly.
A love song and a new lullaby
We watched our deep eyes of emotion.
And caught each teardrop, we’d cry.
My heart sang a song so subtle.
It reverberated deep in your breast.
I heard your heart gathering speed, sweetheart.
Two fledglings leave the nest.
Then we floated off into the ether.
On a cloud, both cushioned by love.
And watched as a bird winged by
With blessings from above
©
David Rudder
2022
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