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?
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