So full a fashion. 1993. Lewis, Scotland, with a soul mate.

I have never loved in so full a fashion.

Each moment crystal clear.

At one with all the world in a moment.

Alone with sea and cliff and fear.

The fear that drives the wanderer onward, the fear that lies in letting go…

the fear, like a guy rope, pins you downwards,

if you move on,

the fear you tow.

In a distant island I lived a little,

My fear of ‘alone’ a distant mist.

But somehow I wish, as we were together,

We could have sealed it

And kissed.


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