Yasabel

Yasabel

By the waves and salty sea
That falls on shores so close to me

By the battles
Thus fallen comrades go

By the hills and by the lowlands
I wander looking for bluebells and heather hearts

By the way of sea or by way of land
Tiss the bagpipes that make me stand

Be they Gods of Christ or Celtic times
I pray me soul find peace in boggs remote with wine

Yasabel her breast held me close long ago
Her heart was the only I ever did know

Too and fro like the waves and the wind
By and by, time erodes the youth once then

Now, alone, if only love and the orange of me life
She swept me deep, while I battled long

In the highlands now I roam
Ashamed that I roam here all alone

When the heather bloomed
And the bluebells sang

I was away in foreign sands
If only, if only I had held your hand

Yasabel of another time
You are the one that was always and forever

Always on my mind

flowerimagerylifelonginglovefree verse

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Charmaine Chircop

August 31, 2016 at 1:26 AM

So extremely romantic.The highlands.Oh I wouldnt mind roaming alone there.Nature is a lover in itself....I cant wait to roam free again..there up Glencoe mountain..Swim in the River Ness...Walk along Fort William's shore. I so love those Highlands..A fave. Arthuro.

Jean Murray

August 30, 2016 at 5:17 PM

A sad tale of lost love Arthur. I spent a year in Glasgow training to become a midwife in 1980. I was back ten years ago to do a 1,000 mile solo circut in a week. Loved the scenery. Love the song.

Vladislav Raven

August 29, 2016 at 7:17 PM

Hi Arthur, this is a beautiful write my friend. This write does take me on a journey. I take the Celtic road on this piece. A wondertul journey. This is a wonder of a poem Arthur. We always remember our roots Arthur, or those places we have always wished to be, whether they are now or in a far distant past. This write does bring a Celtic light into my mind, a dream arises and my inner core somes alive. Excellent work Arthur. This is a definite seven and a fave....Mike.