My heart is like the tossing sea which cannot rest,

Whose waves cast up splashes of white mist.

Your heart is like the dew of morning sparkling as the sun

Rises in its majesty.




The word within a word,

Unable to speak a word, white feathers in the snow.




I lie upon my bed and stare out my window crack,

Trying to lower the veil of slumber from my eyes.

I push back tears of my dreams;

Anxious dreams that fill the hearts of the lonely ones.

I draw a breath…




The fragrance of flowers has mingled with the pungent breath of cedars.

Fragrances brought by the breezes,

Breezes of our desires that fill my soul with affection.




The smiling down has already made its appearance,

And between my tongue and lips were these words:

I love you Ceilidh…