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The bold blaze of sunset
Shooting across the sky
Final rays of day fading into the dusk
As the night draws in
Regrets flooding back
Memories of younger days
Hopes of a thousand years
Nestled within, lying dormant
Waiting for the spark to reignite
On the surface serene
A raging torrent underneath
Hidden depths, hidden strength
Strange how the Mainland feels small
The world here reduced to one town or another
But I remember standing on Luskentyre beach
Where the sands meet the sky
Stretching out into forever
The world felt like a big place in the Hebrides
In this city, a wasteland of dilapidated
Industrial sites, nowhere places
And endless tired terraces
I long instead for that other world
To taste the salt of the Minch
On the swirling Autumnal breeze
The deep, familiar scent of wool
The sweetness of the heather
On the miles of moorland
Whispers through the streets
Calling, calling
As the sun sets on the city skyline
Thoughts carried back through the years
The promise of a dream still to be fulfilled
Murmurs of opportunity carried on the wind
I remember the freedom
I remember the beauty
I remember the fear
Three hundred miles away from my city life
But my thoughts ever drift back to the moors
I realise now how much I miss the Hebrides