Remembering Wales

The aromas of luxurious greens adorned the ruin And wandering up the stairs had intense feelings Chills and goosebumps and Erector Pelli presented The closer the emerging, the more intuition feelings Here I’d been, in this place along ~ long time ago The whispers of distant voices and conversations Remembered laughter and thought of the dancing Beer, wine and silver goblets, and sheer elegance Gentleman in kilts, and fair maids with bosoms Cajoling till dawn, Oh, the legends ~ long gone And now Butter Cups adorn the stairs leading up To a place once reserved for men of Highlanders And, The charitable Sisters of Dawn, tended by day Oh, but that was ancient centuries now long forsaken Here I walk, three hundred years past such history Visiting ghosts, and wondering could we have passed Each other again, some later time and place, so aghast Venturing another lifetime, could they’ve too ~ Will we meet again, at this ruin on a hill?