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

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I really like it, but there are one or two niggles...

I need to be where buzzards broach the bosom bens,
cupped in white cotton kufi and pure as faith and prayer.
I need to feel the brittle breeze first numb my brow and then
upon my cheek, high clicking sticks shed needles slick;
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, glass paned on sun-sweat days.
I need to drink fast streams that leach from bryophytic braes; bryophytic is fine... it's of marginal technicality at worst
clear as poitin, peat-soft but strained through quartz and sand.Poitin is Irish... this kind of spoils the moment for me
I sip the land,
as raindrops fling in Highland haze.

I need to be where sea sobs shore...
Where wild hart roar…
Where stars are crushed…
Where nights are hushed…
Where air is made…
Where time will fade.

I need to be
where I must be.

Tectak
Sheildaig
2013