SkyeAlive!

Drawn by mystery to the dark Isle of Skye
and wondering about this strange pull on my heart..
to the depths of the swelling seas,
calling of gulls and sea birds..
What could my heart possibly know
about a place I have never been?
No stone unturned, no mossy ground,
nor the face of cliffs to the sea
could call louder..
thunder across the bay brings in the morning tides
maybe rains, maybe mist, maybe just the wind.
the gray-cloaked whispering wind..