A Gaelic Song

^ A Gealic Song Gneiss. Ancient. Vying with Earth herself for the Crown of Age. In the Hebrides Lie the Stones of Calanais Stubborn chthonic deities of a common past Rising up and standing against all. You More than a beautiful metaphor Of what I have seen forged in that deep, deep heart; A heart deep as the songs of Burns on thistle Or lilting starlings in murmuration --- Fluid patterns emerging and re-forming. Such speed at odds with those silent Stones The Stones of Calanais The monuments to time Birthed in an altogether different aeon Which presaged your very strength In adumbrated timelessness... Burnished equipoise in the craftsman's hand. I cannot move thee But I can embrace thee My Gaelic love--- The strength of woman is you The gift of love you gave Sits in me like those magic Stones Rising from our mutual earth Stretching towards infinite stars.