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Destiny from a Flute

It was on the shore of the loch it was, the night, a September eve,
I walked along the northern shore, the path, a moonlit glimmer.
Silence filled the night, but for my gentle steps upon the twilight to leave,
a fading cadence of a lonely man skirting the fen in light grown dimmer.

From out of the night a flute I heard, a soft, and piercing cry,
a wail soft of a heart lost all, a plaintive prayer meant for no one nigh.
I followed the sounds to the ruin on the hill, oh how time seemed to fly,
and there amid the tumbled stones, a woman did I spy.

Small she was, and dressed in a shepherd’s cape and holding silver flute to hand,
she play the haunting tune once more, as silent I sat and listen spellbound yet again.
A weeping sound, a call to hearts, rent by space and time, perhaps in another land,
at the ending did I hear her sob, her heart clearly torn, and I wept for her lonely pain.

I know not why I crossed the ground, to stand at her silent side, but that I did,
and waited there, for her to speak, if she would so abide.
She saw me then and startled some, yet held her ground she did,
and I felt a passing pride, no timid soul looking where to hide.

Before she spoke I did quick to reassure of myself, though my words were lame,
"Tis but a stranger in this land I am, and pleased for this evening’s meeting",
"your tune drew me like a moth to flame, and I came to ask your own sweet name",
a remark that brought a soft smile to that sad sweet face, and it set my heart to beating.

Her voice was like a silken rose, the softness of a dream,
"Anne Tavish to you, Sire, and thank you for the kindness.
"I played for old memories, that often come to call as they will deem,
I mean not to disturb your walk upon the moor, to diminish it with less."

"Less"? said I in great surprise, "oh Lass, it was sweet and welcome on the night",
"your song was fitting to the mood, and to my heart, nothing could have been so right."
"Enchanted music, a soft gentle call, which rose with petal softness, and touched the moment light",
"I could not have stayed away, for the music touched my soul, a summons I would not fight."

She looked at me, and set those eyes of grey-green looking into mine,
and for a moment I felt as clear as glass, to her deep and knowing eyes.
I realized I could look into them and see reflected stars like pearls on a line,
and in that moment lost my heart true with neither care nor fear of lies.

We walked off across the moor, to someplace we stayed the night,
enraptured by one another, no other souls to distract us from our revelation.
Soft the love that grew between us, it started from that moment, oh so right,
and we found love yet again, where lost we were in separate pain’s privation.

Long its been since that special time where we first were bound,
and long the love we trailed behind us on our way to eternity.
Sometimes I dream she takes that flute in hand, and I hear that gentle sound,
and plays that sweet soft song that bound as one, the separate two as it should be.