Highland Song

The sun is down, have you laid out

fresh linens and the box

with his letters and seashells found

along the sand or tide pool rocks?

The sun is down, have you undone

the buttons of your dress

and for him, brushed into shine

each  red-golden tress?

The sun is down, have you relit

the candles and poured some wine,

and with love, unlatched a window

to scent the room with rose and pine?

The sun is down, so have you heard

the night bird as she calls

farewell to flintlock and drum?

The rain will come. The mist now falls.