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

[Truerenigma]

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, sharp needles shed from high, dry sticks;
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, ice glazed on sun-sweat days.
I need to drink fast streams that leach from bryophytic braes;
clear as poitin, peat-soft but strained through quartz and sand.
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
Shieldaig
2013

I'm sold. The stick slick was the biggest issue for me. Much improved.
Cupped is better too.
Thanks for posting a great read.

Hi true,
thanks for the prod. It was always cupped,though. Bosom, cupped.
best,
tectak

Haha.. That damned Milo and and all his jabber about buzzards and snow capped mountains got me mixed up, and i actually read it a couple times as capped! I must have been eating your fancy mushrooms...
Oh well at one point we all get to play fool for a day.