A Mountain on Harris

From mist,
And rocks,
Strange animals appear
And drawn to a simple cottage,
Entering
I sleep……..

Then wake to cold reality of swirling mist.

But climbing up
Above the mist
Below the clouds,
Amazingly I see,
Beyond the haunted rocks
Bright mountains, lochs
And cottages along the rocky coast,
Lit by the sun.

And I am lost for words
For I,
Like you
For secret places
Have left the world behind.