Dreaming of the Highlands
The wind off Storm King has laid it almost bare,
Driving the leaves into surrender.
Soon the snow will fall and the roads will be difficult,
The airports cold and unwelcoming.
Still, I’m restless to travel back.
Daydreams come over me unexpectedly
And I hear the runners of the iceboats clattering
As they race against each other by the point,
I can see the skaters, the young lovers
Around their barrel fires at night.
I dream of the kills and the old Dutch towns.
And always the river, the river that flows both ways.
Our loved ones there in ancient graves
Still exist for us if only in our memories.
But of our missing years,
What can be remembered or retold?
Let’s let them go and no regrets
But vow to let not one more follow.
Whatever is complacent, whatever obstacles impede,
Love is a relentless engine that never stops
Ardent to this end that when Spring breaks this year
We’ll be together in the Highlands
When the ice flows melt away
Sitting at the docks we once knew
Watching the tugs and barges,
Travel up and down under a bedlam of gulls.
Day and night I dream about it,
Together again in the Highlands beside our river,
The river that flows both ways,
As past and present do.