Please take me back there

For my blood is cold without its warmth,

The feel of the fire

And the majestic stag heads fixed sight

High on the wall.

 

Please take me back there,

Through the mists and open rain,

The taste of a forgotten whisky,

In my mouth, let me feel the close heather

And the sound of a violin by the hearth.

 

Please take me back there,

For I am incomplete without her,

I am lost in the mountains

With no hope by my side,

No shelter for my heart.

 

Please take me back there,

Where I can shelter from the storm,

From the wind and the heartache

That subdues my soul,

And leaves me dead and cold.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016