Ghost-filled glens, mist enshrouded massacres from old hospitality creep onto and under my skin. Halting in the Pass of Glencoe, shuddering and shaking with immortal cold, only desiring escape from palpable venom and yesterday’s wars. Photographers click. I run. Back and away. Twenty-six years and ten months ago. Love, newly embraced, threatened by death between mountains.
So brief, this voyage,
love and lands glimpsed and wished
thru’ life dream’s passing lights,
peeped portholes of discovery,
vessels buoyed and storm-tossed
in fleeting nights.
Treasure,
pirated insecurity,
priced to always pay
in loving lost,
no sanctioned entitlement
to one second of one day.
Risk is all,
gameplay on high seas,
atop mountains, in glen,
untouchable reality,
all knowledge
without ken.
Love, the alchemy,
banish broadswords
ever-ready,
one challenging another to
supremacy over death
inevitable. Hold steady.
Peaked waterfalls fill
unconscious streams, spilling
elixir into life-giving lochs.
Ocean’s tumult,
earth’s quake,
shell-shocked.
Haar-swathed eternities,
happy-ever-afters,
castles in the air,
whorls of great illusion,
created in and from time. Immortality,
one love, should we dare.
So, now I hope you can see why I couldn’t possibly share my favourite song from my favourite band for yesterday’s post because it is from my favourite movie. And what’s not to love? It has everything. Romance, some sex, a bonnie lassie, love, hate, evil, good, a conquering hero, an enemy, hope, immortality, Queen’s soundtrack.
‘And shiiit, it even haash me, Sean Connery. Shum shings jusht don’t get any bettur. And Chrishtopher Lambert’sh acshent ish almosht aash good aash mine. And mine haash sherved me well. Even when I waash a Russian.’
Hope you don’t mind I cheated a bit for yesterday’s question, Twindaddy. I thought Yoda could explain.
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