The hills of Western Highlands
Solace; You give deep solace.
I sink into this place,
dig into pillows, fresh, green
and clean purity of space.
Hills, stately as galleons
offer refuge, all burden
is gone, the eye free
to stare, and stare,
unhindered, all care
abandoned, the weight
supported
by invisible, magic air.
Memories flow
as surely as streams
that silver through
green,lush valleys.
Timelessness,
and energy ,
the life forces within
and without.
Form and beauty
are rocks inheritance,
shared freely and
without counting a cost.
Photos from this Octobers holiday on Skye. Poem by me!
moving in time 
superb photos and a beautiful poem…isn’t skye magical? It is one of the most beautiful places there is…excellent post
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it is like not other place for me. I am no traveller, but I return again and again to Skye. It is now home from home, and where my heart renews itself. Thank you for your kind comments!
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