We made a bed in the glen to make believe that the heat and the heather had joined us together and once more we could fly,
cooled our heels in the trinket and then partook of a drink from it, still with the wind in our ears and the wings beating time with the time of our choosing we flew again in the heather,
joined in the glen
forever.

She said,
I was dreaming
she said when she woke me,
but
I know it's not true
we were there .