Bluebells of Scotland
Will you walk in the Bluebells with me?
For times are changing;
And only yesterday I was young
meet me in the woods,
where light is shredded by the pines
and ground becomes our sacred bed,
full circle for one born to love out doors.
I will caress you in sun-speckled splendour;
Skin on skin in moss and leaves,
Heart to heart and swapping breath for sighs
alive in the hour;
Storm clouds mask the horizon
but you’ll be there
and the world will be lost.
~ © Alison Stormwolf ~