I could almost feel you as I dreamt last night.
But with each step closer, you got further and further.

I've been wandering around, like a waltzing matilda.
From Fife in the lowlands, to the cliffs of St. Kilda.
Carrying my life, and all that it wills
Appalachia and plains, to the mighty Black Hills.
Trekking so far, exploring the Earth
Miles away, from the place of my birth.

From the land of the Scots, to the land of the Sioux
From familiar homes, to the places so new.
I'm wandering around, with so much to do.
In the land of the Gaels, to the land of Lakota,
I'm slinging around, like a waltzing matilda.

We were both born in the same, ethereal motion.
Endlessly searching for the banks of a distant ocean.

You are the peace of mind that for years, I’ve yearned for.
You are the gentle waves that caress my endless shore.

Sing to me, my love, your swansong song against the skyline.
Embrace me, my dear, so that our stars begin to align.

The sand beneath our feet, and the wind in our hair,
As if you were the answer to my continuous prayer.

If in some beautiful way, you’ve brought what the stars foretold,
Then no one can ever take the spot in my heart that you hold.

And in this life, or in the next, I’ll have you lay forever with me.
When I look at the soul you possess, I see nothing but eternity.

I heard your call, and I immediately ran,
To hold you close, and to hold your hand.

We stand together now, by our sky-blue sea,
With no more angst, our souls forever fly free.

And when you call, I swear I will answer.
And when you sing, I’ll be your dancer.

By all the stars, our dreams will come true.
Upon your whim, I’ll be beside you.

So in this moment, make your wish, my dear,
And whisper your grace, forever, in my ear.

/////

Chuala mi do ghairm, agus ruith mi sa bhad,
Gus do chumail dlùth, agus do làmh a chumail.

Tha sinn a ’seasamh còmhla a-nis, ri taobh na mara speur-ghorm againn,
Leis nach eil barrachd angst ann, bidh ar n-anaman gu bràth a ’sgèith an-asgaidh.

Agus nuair a dh ’iarras tu, tha mi a’ mionnachadh gum freagair mi.
Agus nuair a bhios tu a ’seinn, bidh mi nam dannsair agad.

Leis na reultan air fad, thig ar aislingean gu buil.
Air do chuim, bidh mi ri do thaobh.

Mar sin anns an àm seo, dèan do mhiann, a ghràidh,
Agus seinn do ghràs, gu bràth, na mo chluasan

For too long I've kneeled in the tragedy of this forest floor.
My barren skin, representing the ages of perceived insignificance.
I'd ask this sacred to give me my strength, if only once more
Before I forget who I am and become yet another agent of pestilence.
The truth is revealing itself, and we are in the aftergloom.
Like prey, we're endlessly approaching the darkest of funeral moons.
The preachers promise us blissful, eternal life after death
Yet they cherish nothing of Earth in the very same breath.
Every step further is a step walking on eminent fields of grief.
I pray the spirits to take me away, peacefully, to the golden sleep.
My last hope for man is to ask forgiveness for all they've sinned
Before the light takes us, and we feel the last sigh of the funeral wind.

I watched you dancing in the sunset, on an ocean shore made for an angel.
You danced like it was your happiest day, without the emotions so painful.

Like a ghost in my arms, I felt you slowly fade away into the far-plane.
With every second passing, you melted away, and only your memories remain.

And now I walk along the empty shores where our love would frolic and sing,
But that has left us both, and flown away with you on your broken wing.

I'm now condemned to walk this shore alone, without your accompanying guidance,
And I'm forever haunted by your ghost who wanders this ocean of endless silence.

Ever since I was born, I was placed in between two empty fields of darkness.
Empty, soulless planes of nihil that eternally stab me with endless sharpness.
I was once nothing for an eternity before I appeared in this form in this life.
And I'll be nothing once again after I finally rescind my last breath in strife.
A dead soul who is condemned to repeat the failures of a failed history,
A silent voice unable to express bitter resentment for living years of misery.
This frigid air of the funeral wind is penetrating my barren, lifeless skin.
I was lured into this life by promises of joy; albeit, joys that I could never win.

She had spoken her peace and sang her swansong to the horizon of time.

With a shallow voice, the echo of her humanity rang back before the great silence crept in.

From this oaken knoll, she etched her spirit in a pillar of autumnal grace upon the golden sky.

Which began away layers of her existence as the wind carried her soul into the ethereal realm.

And beneath this august sky fire, I began to see all life plateau on the far away ridge.

Alas, the sun began to set forever and took with her, the austere essence of her life.

From which of these pillars will I celebrate her ending call? From whence will I call upon her soul?

The pillars of her spirit are now eternally coalesced into being, and all life has faded from her lips.

Until the final days of this existence, we will forever walk these hallways of haunted spirits.

Will the moment comes when we will be together,
arm in arm, embraced as we dance until the morning?

Listening to the songs of the western ocean;
a kiss upon my cheek while on you, my sacred colors adorning.

We embrace and reflect on the first glance of each others' eyes
While the earth below us is illuminated by endless, starry skies.

I never want this moment to end; entwined by land and sea.
I will bless the very day you first glanced at me.

And if the sun fades forever, and our souls become blue,
In this world or in the next, I swear, I will never abandon you.

///

An tig am mionaid nuair a bhios sinn còmhla;
gàirdean air a ghabhail a-steach agus sinn a 'dannsa gu madainn?

Ag èisteachd ri caol a 'chuain an iar;
pòg air mo ghruaidh, fhad 's a tha e ort, mo dhathan naomh a' sgeadachadh.

Bidh sinn a 'gobhail ri agus meòrachadh air a 'chiad sealladh de shùilean a chèile
tha an talamh gu h-ìosal air a shoilleireachadh le speuran gun stad.

Chan eil mi a-riamh ag iarraidh gun tig an ire seo gu crìch, air a cheangle le fearann is muir
Beannaichidh mi an dearbh latha a choimead thu orm an toiseach

Agus ma tha a 'ghrian a' dol fodha gu bràth agus ar n-anaman a' 'fas gorm
Anns an t-saoghal seo no an ath rud, tha mi a 'mionnachadh cha trèig mi thu gu bràth

I'll hold you in my dreams until our first day.
I don't know your face, but I know your presence.
My heart has been yours since you first caressed my cheek
But seas between us have made me grow weary;
Will time be on our side?
Or will our shadows forever fade with the sunset?

Cumaidh mi thu na aislingean mi gus a' chiad latha againn
Chan eil mì eòlach air d' aghaidh, ach tha fios agam air do lathaireachd.
Tha mo chridhe air a bhith leatsa bho bhuail thu mo ghruaidh an toiseach
Ach tha cuantan eadar sinn air mo dhèanamh sgìth;
Am bi ùine air ar taobh?
No am bi na faileasan againn gu bràth a 'dol fodha le dol fodha na grèine?

I remember that day - the last day I'd ever speak to you. I sat eagerly, waiting for you to respond to me. You told me you would call me that night, but you never did. For the whole day, I had my phone on me, just in case some miracle happened. 

I sat there, waiting, but I'm not entirely sure why. Deep down, I knew you'd never respond. But unfortunately, that's why this letter is so blue. I didn't want our last conversation to ever end.

I wish I could have comforted you when you were sad, and I wish I could have solved all of your problems. I know you're probably feeling guilt over how you treated me. I accept it. It's okay.

In the short time that I knew you, the world stopped spinning. I think that's probably why I don't want to let go; for a time, I could talk to myself through you. You reflected all of my thoughts.

The hardest realization was that this wasn't the dream I was dreaming of; it wasn't the start of the story I wanted to tell people years from now. But when I got up and accepted this, there was a spark of something.

From this short time, I learned that I am still capable of being loved. That I'm still capable of caring for people. That I'm still worthy of someone's time. And that someone is still out there who can do that for me.

It's time to let go, but I'm not ready yet. I don't want to, not for my sake, but for yours. I wanted to give you the world, and I tried, but the world I was prepared to give just wasn't suited for you, at least for the time being.

I'm still waiting on that call you promised me.

I waited, but then you left.

You have the strength of a storm, but the fear of a child.
You're stuck in a rut, yet you yearn to be wild.

Every mistake you've made just won't seem to leave,
But have faith in yourself; you just have to believe.

You've slid into a funk that you just can't explain
It's okay though; not everyone understands your pain.

You have a lot of love to give, but not right away.
Have patience for what will be in your coming day.

When night falls, and you lie there forever awake,
No more will you cry for someone else's sake.

You will emerge stronger than all the storms on Earth
And find someone who understands your true worth.

My home is now silent, and I have taken to those haunting waves
To set forth upon new land, and to find you, the woman of maebh.*

We come from different worlds, locked together in constant motion,
But I'm determined to embrace you, even from across the western ocean.

I'll sail across the world for you, even if the journey sends me to Hell.
It merely took one glance and I was immediately under your spell.

Like a siren's call, you pulled me in from a world away.
To arrive at you safely, I can only hope and pray.

And someday soon, when this coffin ship meets the shore
Hand in hand, together, in this new life, we will explore.

Day after day of this journey, we long for our first embrace,
But until then, I will be guided by your enchanting grace.

I loved you at your darkest
You only loved me at my brightest
Your silent tears were an illusion
As you devoured me until depletion
A thousand curses on the hands which broke me
And a thousand curses on the ones which you see
You will never forsake me again.

Bha gaol agam ort aig an àm as dorcha
Cha robh gaol agad orm ach aig an ìre as soilleire
B 'e manadh a bh' anns an deòir sàmbach agad
Fhad 's a bha thu gam ithe gus an robh mi air falbh
Mìle mallachd air na làmhan a bhuail mi
Agus mìle mallachd air na fheadainn a chi thu
Cha trèig thu mi a-chaoidh truilleadh

You were a ghost in my arms; a phantom in my bed.
I swear you had no reflection as if you were dead.
This affair’s death was inevitably beginning to show.
Chaos was in my heart, but emptiness was in your shadow.
Even though you walked like a lioness in her pride,
There was a vacuum of sorrow in my insides.
Internally, it was a cascade of dark, no-void form.
But externally, you were the one who brought the storm.
You forever etched your image across my skyline.
But alas, the sun is gone, and your image has died.

Bha thu an thaibhse an mo ghàirdeanan; taibhse na mo leabdaidh.
Tha mi a’ mionnachadh nach robh sgàthan agad; mar na mairbh.
Bha bàs an daimbh seo gu cinnteach a ‘toiseachadh a’ nochdabh.
Bha gealtach nam chridhe, ach bha falambh nad sgàil.
Eadhon ged a choisich thu mar uaill an leòmhann.
Bha mi làn bròn nam broinn.
Taobh a-staigh, gleann de chruth dorcha gun bheàrn
Ach air an taobh a-muigh, b ‘e thusa a-thig an stoirm.
Tha thu gu bràth air do ìomhaigh a dhèanamh thairis air faire agam.
Ach, thig a lorg, tha a ‘ghrian air falbh, agus tha an ìomhaigh agad air bàsachadh.

Bidh beatha a leantainn, eadhon às deidh bàs
Dh'ionnsaich thu dhomh sin mar a gabh thu d' anail mu dheireadh
Gus am buail an solas orm, fuirichidh mi ann an spiorad
Oir nad chridhe, fuirichidh mi as fhaisge ort
Nuair a thig an solas sin air an latha mu dheireadh agam
Bidh mi còmhla ruit nuair a bhios mi air falbh.

Life carries on, even after death.
You taught me that as you took your last breath
Until the light takes me, I will remain in spirit
For in your heart, I will remain the nearest.
When that light comes on my last day,
I will be with you as I'm spirited away.

It's okay that you've lost your light; maybe it was never yours to begin with. Maybe you never had a light of your own. But it's okay. You're in good company. I know the deepest things about you without even knowing you.

I don't know your name, but I know how much you craved to have someone else know it.
I don't know your voice, I know how horrible you felt when someone ignored it.
I don't know what you do for a living, but I know the hurt you felt to have your dreams ridiculed by people didn't see your potential.

You might not see very well, but you can see eternity.
You might not sing very well, but you express your soul better than anyone.

But I don't know everything about you:

The remnants of your heart that are still missing; the hours of anxiety and uncertainty; the night you so desperately craved to have someone there to hold you; or how it felt the receive the last goodbye from the person you once thought was your soul mate.

When it was all said and done, you felt like you were defective. But really, it was them. They saw delusion where you saw dreams. They saw a freak when you saw creativity. They saw darkness when you saw light.

You didn't lose your light. You just needed to change the bulb.