Geschäftsreise15 Sep 2003

Normally I avoid sentimentality (especially in poetry), but this poem must be good because it reminded me of the once upon a time upon a cliff's edge (I hope you will not be insulted by a crude harmony to your melody):

sitting at the cliff's edge,
I muse
that there is where I went
with my lover
when lover she was

and we could imagine ourselves alone
but for a horse
A fitting chaperone
for this lonely castle wall.

and alone we'd be together and together
the world would fade
and all that would be was the two of us
and the rocks and the sea and a hundred gulls
mocking our affection

and now the rocks and sea and windy gusts
only in my thoughts remain
and dying these dreams
(or close enough)
but one remains
(or close enough)
to be near that edge,
(or close enough)
I long for you and Scotland.