Being of another time

you are a stranger to me now
I can’t recall your touch
I see you on a misty day
sitting behind the Grey Witches' Kirk
smoking and looking deep in thought

I take a walk the very next day
in the great Glen, farther away
I hear your footsteps beside me
and turning around, I look back
remembering you sitting
by the statue of Flora MacDonald
where I heard a hootenanny
of bagpipers from the castle

I look around
but where are you now
again so far away

come with me
on a 15-foot canoe
come let's go on the loch so blue
let's stop at Eilean nan Cherisean
sit on a Tartan blanket
have whisky from a flask
and spend the night making love

in my lonely, sad, big old house
in old Fidheallan agus Pìoban-mòra
wake up together and walk
in the mist
in the light
and in
the morning dew