Isha
where the wind bends down
to caress the ground and the grain
sighs sounds, of…
Isha…
or perhaps where waves
in unending roar
throw themselves upon the shore
speak their longing
evermore, as…
Isha
or where the trees on mountain tops
dance and sway near windy lochs
and whisper a name
which never stops, as…
...Isha
Diarmid
copyright 1996