Scottish Wanderlust 

"Scotland, the Love of my Soul"

Far from my eye but close to my heart,
I carry a love song for you.
I silently weep whenever we part,
Crushed by a love so true.

What do you do with the pieces you steal
Of my heart so raw and tender?
In the night I beg, please hear my appeal,
Give me peace from your haunting splendor.

Just for a day, even an hour! give me peace,
Let my soul take a rest from its longing.
I beg for calm, and for heartache to cease,
Every new day at the dawning.

I curse you! I cast you out!
I try to rip you from my core.
But it has no affect the scream or the shout,
Nor any attempts to implore.

So I’ll sit here alone and weep,
Ensnared by love’s strong bonds.
I have to accept that my soul you will keep,
And rise above this despond.

I’ll dream of you in vivid color
Deep in the heathered glen.
Embraced by the warmth of summer,
And serenaded by the wren.

I will recall the rustle and hum,
Of the winds swirling round the moor.
Shepherding in the colors of autumn,
And bringing snow to the forest floor.

I’ll remember the winter won’t last forever,
As its chased away by the spring.
Day after day I will endeavor,
To encourage my heart to sing.

I’ll not succumb to the defeat,
That would cause my love to spoil.
I’ll not give up until my feet
Are planted firmly on your soil.

I love you, I need you, my life you complete,
No other can make me whole.
Please hurry, the day when again we meet.
Oh Scotland, the love of my soul."

~ Lilly Hurd ~