Where I must be...edit 2, trueenigma,edit 1. billy the cliche killer

[tectak]

I need to be where buzzards broach the bosom bens,
peaks cupped in white lace kufi and pure as faith and prayer.  [attachment=84]
I need to feel the brittle breeze first  numb my  brow and then
upon my cheek,  sharp  needles shed from high, dry sticks;  
I feel no pricks,
just pine scent  in the gloaming air.

I need to be where snow-swans slide on silver trays;
in leaf-dark shaded water, ice glazed on sun-sweat days.[attachment=85]
I need to drink fast streams that leach  from bryophytic braes;
clear as poitin, peat-soft but strained through quartz and sand.
I sip the land,
as raindrops fling in Highland haze.  

I need to be where sea sobs shore...[attachment=87]
Where wild hart roar… [attachment=86]
Where stars are crushed…
Where nights are hushed…
Where air is made…[attachment=88]
Where time will fade.

I need to be
where I must be.

Tectak
Shieldaig
2013