The mist has veiled the lands so far away,

Where somber cliffs look up to meet the skies.

The heather whispers secrets, come what may,

And in the weary green, the sunlight dies.

The ocean’s breath has scattered morning dew

Across the meadows of the ancient isles.

I walk through dreams, and all I see is you,

Midst roaring waves and time’s forgotten miles.

The bagpipes’ voice is calling out to me,

I feel your presence in my every beat.

My soul finds peace, a quiet ecstasy,

Behind the door where once I faced defeat.

My noble Highlander, of Scotland’s peaks the son,

Though miles and borders keep our lives apart,

Through mists, our conversation has begun,

This endless dream is etched upon my heart.