Iona

6/7/23

Can a place have all the qualities of a lover? 

revealing a surprised beauty in the aware glance

ravishing hair and skin with passionate gusts 
and
twirling spins of clouds and sunlight in quick moody turnaround

settling my soul into a cup of tea, dreaming of possible futures with a spoon's stir

beckoning my great emptiness as if it were a stunning abbey 
echoing in melody and candlelight?

‘Come live with me and be my love...' 

I hear the grassy cliffs rumble 

Our children will be the seals and puffins

our labor - evening stews and poetry. 

Your eyes are the color of my finest marble treasure and my sparkling, splashing coves.

Never leave, lest these many pebbles turn to tears.