Oriana

If it's not too late, to let them know, what opens your gate, somethings missing, but you don’t follow, even when you’re listening, thoughts muddy as the Spey, same when the wind blows, winter’s gone again. other times you’re kidding, get out now and sow, earth feels like it’s kissing, it makes you sway, to walk on battered bones, the ground a tidal wave, stroll amongst the bitterns, laughing at their boom, trees around them glistening, calm as the hills.