In deep Loch Avon someone once looked
And saw a star shine in the water
How wonderful, if that were literal
How badly I wish that were real
Those clear blue waters deserve such light
– a sacred brilliance
within the deep
would turn away the black of night.
Never again would shadow fall
Across the deep and the mountain wall.
I could hardly imagine such a sight
Though now I’ve seen Loch Avon myself…
Stood at the abyss of that same rocky shelf…
Now, I think there might
Be a star somewhere down there after all
Deep Loch Avon
No other loch is like it
Or beckoning, clear and blue
A silver glimmer as wind dashes upon it
A ripple of light from shore to shore
Partly I’m compelled to pitch in head-first
And partly I’m appalled
The power of stillness
How fragile I am within its gentle hold
Every time I cross the hill
And Loch Avon is almost gone from sight
I turn around for one last look and press it on my soul.
But if misfortune means I never again visit deep Loch Avon
Everything will turn out alright
Part of me will be there still.