Poetry
by Burns & Ink
Born of Burns & Ink
Ink spills with ease from out the poet’s pen.
A truth - poured from the mind to make you whole.
The words arise from deep within the glen,
They rise from out the burn that stirs your soul.
Through rocky beds the strength of water grows
Like words, that give you space enough to breathe.
With gentleness, the water bends and flows.
By nature’s healing, tangled thoughts unweave.
The burn will wander far away from source,
A winding stream that bends past stone and thorn.
And like the water - Ink - will find its course.
To soothe the soul, where broken hearts are torn.
In time, the water’s words and truth will link.
This poet’s soul is born of Burns & Ink.
Where fae may wait
The loch of green, where ancient songs endure,
Breathes myths of fae through squally highland air.
The steps of those who sought this path before
Find echoes, from the souls who wandered there.
The Lochan Uaine, that’s found ‘neath tree and hill,
A fleeting wisp of fable from the past.
And there are those who seek its spirit still,
O’er Scottish trails that time has found at last.
The mossy hue that rises from the deep -
Knows not the ones who come from tales of auld.
The stories drift, where waters’ secrets keep;
They stir the loch’s green ghost from silent hold.
Their minds, like water, stir with dreams entwinded.
Do fae still wait, or just the loch they’ll find?
Go Gently
I see you in the morning light,
drinking tea and looking out.
I see you breathe the mountain air,
and feel the space from hills afar.
I feel you move with quiet ease,
and go about your daily life.
I know you left us long ago,
But you still go gently from this world.
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I see you travel far and wide,
experience the world out there.
I see you dream and test yourself,
those limits set to break right through.
I feel the pull, the rush you chase,
by going farther that you've gone before.
I know you left us long ago,
But you still go gently from this world.
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I see you find your place of peace,
with Scottish soil beneath your feet.
I see you with the ones who knew
your soul had found its place of home.
I feel your heart at last found rest,
you found the place where you belong.
I know you left us long ago,
But you still go gently from this world.
The Things that Time Forgot
I used to stretch in mornings,
And sit in silence too.
I'd take a few long breaths,
Or hold a stone or two.
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I sometimes wrote in journals,
Took on a meditative state.
I felt the grass beneath my feet,
And pondered all our fate.
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​But over time these things have gone.
I've left them far behind.
Things I let time forget,
that would bring peace to mind.
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I wonder why I let them go,
They helped me smile a lot.
All the things I used to do.
The things, that time forgot.
