I'm sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
In a place we call the islands, beauty in capture finesse
It's late into the evening as I listen to the cold grey flow
So soothing in this tranquil setting, inside I'm all aglow
I take this time to pause and close my eyes and listen
For in my mind I picture the full moons rivered glisten
This winter coat instrumental resonates with echoing sounds
Pipistrelle bats and Starlings flock, the latter in roosting surround
Whilst in the distance canines bark in a language we can't even comprehend
The picking up of natures delights, in unlimited voiced transcend
As I sit through these melodic notes I begin to realise
That I am here to hear these sounds and every ones a prize
I'm still sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
If you ever desire to sit beside me, please do, you'll be my guest
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Dunstan River of thee I write
Thy waters gurgling through the night
I did not return to thee that day
For I was suddenly pulled away
My home was not a constant place
And friendships never deep
I was a boy with only a familiar face
And fleetive memories to keep
I know then best the quiet room
The quiet trees in the woodlands gloom
The salt sea rocks where I came
To dream of Dunstan river's claim
For nothing owned that had not loved me
Nothing ever can, but that river
Was a discovery un-exhausted, a secrecy
Not well explored ... a memory owning me forever
O must got there again. I must
Wade in and feel the lips of water lust
Softly for my feet, and part its breasts
So my head between them may rest
And go to sleep, and go to sleep
On an evening when only the birds sing
And children still the peanut reap
And the river, the river a long, long string