Cradled by the Brackens of, the foothills of Glencoe,
With a blue sky overhead and the green of grass below,
I marvelled at the day and the colours of it's close,
And with the setting of the sun, my heart truly rose.
A promise in the orange kiss'd clouds, of a beautiful long goodbye,
Faded with the purples and pinks, that soon stole away the sky,
And as the shadows blossomed, ushering out that remnant light,
I lay content in wait, for the coming of the night.
That blanket shot with moon and star, gifted wings to my every hope,
That a life lived free of all I've seen, would be closer than I know,
In a breath of breeze my thoughts took flight and to the sky they spilled,
And somewhere in the black between, the stars they nestle still.
Lying in the darkness, I found I feared no more,
Than the closing of my eyes into which the starlight poured,
I drank my fill of this vision, and fought to stay awake,
If only for the colours, announcing break of day.
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