at length evening comes

Where landscape steals from steel-cold, frozen, cloud,

A smoky glen, with gentle, noble sheep;

I greet the dead with nods and smiles, aloud.

--

I’ve limped from London, lover-led and proud,

To softer Bluestacks, there our tryst to keep,

Where landscape steals from steel-cold, frozen, cloud.

--

Escaping from the life of noise and crowds;

Where living corpses, like the daylight, creep,

I greet the dead with nods and smiles, aloud.

--

Old pathways cuts through mountains, heather-browed,

(The music pausing with the sat-nav beep)

Where landscape steals from steel-cold, frozen cloud.

--

Depression lifted like a windswept shroud,

The boneyard just atop a valley deep.

I greet the dead with nods and smiles, aloud.

--

I share the truths our ancients are allowed.

My lover holds me as I proudly weep,

Where landscape steals from steel-cold, frozen, cloud,

I greet the dead with nods and smiles, aloud.