Curtains not touching
daylight still flooding
an Inverness room.
Midnight, mid june.
Golden sky keeping
three friends from sleeping -
lying awake with daydreams
of crystal-clear streams
and old, rounded mountains,
waterfalls gushing fountains;
of lochs dark and deep
that with their secrets sleep.
Scottish streams, waterfalls, fountains, mountains, lochs, and golden sunlight.... You've brought together so many wonderful things.
Susy, this poem is so beautiful! I feel like I'm in Inverness living one of my favourite dreams. I shall enjoy reading this again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it Susy, but I'm not sure about the word 'that' at the start of the last line. Could just be me of course, I'm no poetry, or grammar expert.