Footsteps in the sand
The poles marching along a lonely road
The eyes of the lochs
Unseeing staring at the sky
Scudding along a summer storm
The white towers rearing aloft
Memories fleeing by
As the sun marches to its setting
I step away from the window
Turning my back on the close'd door
The past has passed
The present screeches along into the future
Your faces are with me
whatever others may say
You carry me as you carried me
Even from beyond this life
An unburdening
Where the long road
Stretches towards infinity
The Atlantic roars beyond hearing
The old Stones stand
At the edge of the land
Above the beginning of the sea
No-one knows what they were for
No-one knows what lies ahead
We can but pre-empt
Prepare
And be ready