Looking at last o’er Loch Rannoch

remember the young girls laughter combust along the shore

no more boats score the shingle
on their way to sanctuary

beneath once poignant trees

Insidious time.

Brave Schiehallion fairies guard
the lands long surrendered to the whims of indulgence

water of deep secret lying still
amid the echo of our own

Insidious time.

Within the landscape reforms

to the point of embrace forgotten at the dawn

Sweet Heather lies choked

smothered by the Saxon weed.

Insidious time.