Fair Iona
How I love thee
From Erraid’s Hills
And far away
The silkie was my lovers gift
Left for me by oceans door
With raven hair and glowing skin
A Celtic shaman that’s for sure
On moon bright night
When the granite sparkles
We call loves name across to Jura
And swim in stars wet with joy
In cries and whispers
The moon hurries
In timeless wonder across
The Blue black sky
Hebredian song and one of beauty
In glorious sun rise
Of days long gone
The great thing about Findhorn was its collective of unique souls ; who they were or how they got there mattered little … if they made you smile they did their job ; that was part of the beauty ; part of the magic of Findhorn
Michael Davidson