Home

From day to dusk,
From sun to moon.
To hills of amber,
And tall stone ruins.

From my mind,
From imagination to fact.
To wills of wise men,
And brothers of pact.

From lake to shore,
From hill to plain.
To skies of clouds,
And valleys of rain.

From my mind,
From imagination to fact.
To wills of priests,
And sisters of pact.

From field to vineyard,
From birth to growth.
To sadness and joy,
With love and oath.

From my mind,
From imagination to fact.
My world of peace...
Where nothing I lack...

...Beauty is perfect...

-Liz-
(This poem was inspired by the land of my Ancestors. God bless Scotland, home sweet home.