Cloud Island

Grey clouds linger, upon the heavens,
Floating, falling, void of colour.
Marching south, a zephyr beat,
Cloud Island, the dark of summer.

Raindrops fall, upon the waters,
Dripping, dropping, the skin of the sea.
Floating down, a Sgàthach body,
Cloud Island, I long for thee.

Wind blows in, across the shore,
Whispering, warming, a Hebridean thrall.
Rolling west, like a lovers kiss,
Cloud Island, I feel your call.

Sea Salt clings, resting upon lips,
Drying, drawing, tears of white.
Crystallised time, a memory not lost,
Cloud Island, I dwam at sight.

Herons glide, repose upon sky,
Crying, calling, a landing of grace.
Natures shelter, an isle of safety,
Cloud Island, I know your embrace.