She wanders a thin line between
ice of boreal blue winds blowing cruel
and warmth of colored kaleidoscope
aromatic days of Vernal equinox
amidst the breathing mystical stones
calling between the altars of
yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Pressed for time within the frames
of dawn and twilight,
she'll dream in languid notes
sung in Gaelic songs of auld
for her lover transcended
across the enchanted stones,
knotted to another time
another place
in chants of hallowed weeping.