I did not expect to find myself here
ambling along amidst these grave yard stones,
high on the cliff top with the air so clear
making my way towards skeleton bones;
the old Abbey ruins, rising majestic
silhouetted on a back drop of blue.
I did not expect to find myself here
walking once more in the sunshine with you.
I did not expect to find myself here
sitting on this mound amidst butterflies
watching the gentle breeze cotton clouds steer
up lit, granite grey, Benedictine sides.
With you in the sunlight reading the past
the swallows skimming right low near my feet
I did not expect to find myself here,
here in this moment, utterly complete.
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