There may have been other places
Where my heart fell in love.
But there is only one place
Where my heart, soul and mind connect.
Can only feel around the Lochs,
Can only think in endless glens,
Can only love sleeping on Munros.
Can only write when all connects.
My heart is broken,
My mind is craving,
My soul is crying
When I have to leave again.
Some day I will not leave,
I'll stay with the ones I love.
And when I die among the hills,
My ashes shall mingle with Caledonia.
The Highlands really kicked off my writing earlier this year. There's nothing better than sitting (or sleeping) on hill in Scotland, crafting the next poem.