The land that knew me better
Than any human ever did.
It whispered two and a half words:
"It's time!"

Rainy nights on nameless hills,
Golden gorse blossoms in the sun,
A silence loud enough
To echo through my bones.

Each step I took
Wrote a line of poetry.
Each hill I climbed
Etched a chapter in my soul.

And when I came back down,
Knowing who I am,
I carried more than stones.
I carried beginning.

There may have been other places
Where my heart fell in love.
But there is only one place
Where my heart, soul and mind connect.

Can only feel around the Lochs,
Can only think in endless glens,
Can only love sleeping on Munros.
Can only write when all connects.

My heart is broken,
My mind is craving,
My soul is crying
When I have to leave again.

Some day I will not leave,
I'll stay with the ones I love.
And when I die among the hills,
My ashes shall mingle with Caledonia.