Just a word

'Heather' as a word,
falls in a mem'ried pile of life's moraine,
with 'copse' and 'gorse',
'moor' and 'rill' and 'loch'.

Ah, to return to the Scottish highlands,
hills of endless grey and green,
blushed with pink and yellow dreams.

Crisscrossed waterfalls allow
of arching bridges and twisty roads,
leading to surprised vale mists
and dark lakes of mystery.

Yet, of all of this --
or perhaps because of all --
only one word became
a girl's name,
rarely used today,

as 'heath' leads to 'hearth'
and 'heart' and 'home'
that we may
believe
again.

papa 01/21/06