Isle of Skye, I dream of you now,
As I labor to remember the gift of your freedom.
My soul is a weary traveler—
It wishes to be restored by your subtle splendor once more.
Remembering your Scottish air, so crisp and vibrant,
Gives life to my timid heart.
Cleaner than white cotton sheets left to dry in the breeze,
Fresh and comforting—
A temporary refuge that feels like home.
Your fierce night winds intrigue me…
I recall them with joy,
For they made me feel alive
While nestled warm inside, like a bear cub in her den,
As the windows battled against your strength—
Where grace & mercy let the night pass in stormy calm.
The sea, it surrounds you
While the cobalt waters sing to my soul.
The merry salt in the air, the abrupt silence…
The solitude and beauty that only the bravest can endure.
You are what I dream of, my escape…
The place where everything else falls away.
And it is just you and I—
Land and sea, wind and sun,
Finding friends along the way
To help us remember to laugh and run and live without fear.
The destination which I’ll carry in my heart forever;
The memory of you bolsters my hope.
Because, for a little while,
I was as close to the top of the world that I’ve ever been.
And perhaps we’ll meet again,
my beloved Isle of Skye.