On days of snow and cerulean sky

Your eyes equally blue and unseeing

Sifting through words to pluck truth from a lie

You fingered the very heart of my being

A winter we shared among fires and quilts

Until spring broke us free from the walls

Down flew on the wind that billowed our kilts

Away from my heart my bed and my halls

The heaven above is as clear and blue

Unknowing and cold as an absent friend

But indifferent never was I to you

and cannot believe we’ve come to the end

Rooms are now quiet where you used to roam

My heart beats in pain until you come home.