Stones
Where blue waters turn green
These words cover the length of Lewis and Harris and them leap across the passage to Berneray.
Written for my dear lost friend and mermaid Sophia Dale.
Stones
In this place of stones we cast about
Overlying the land we scan
A maiden lying there a Viking kiln
A sunken ship beneath the sands
Undisturbed hardly touched by time
Where blue waters turn green
As the elements vent we nurse these dreams inside
That village over looking the bay
The bell at Bosta, Leverburgh, Berneray
And blue waters turning green
Your voice on the air waves
Your words on the page
Plans in the making
While outside storms rage
On Seaweed and sand
Down by the shore
Alone on the machair
Barefoot you ran
On into the sea to swim with the seal
Where blue waters turn green
These days I hear you in the rain
The wind thewaves
The sighing of the trees
The burbling stream
The stones that rumble on the shore
To the pull of the undertow
The big stones stand atop the hill
Laid out like a Celtic cross
An arrow pointing over the hill due south
To where the maiden lies asleep
Undisturbed hardly touched by time
Blue waters turning green
Blue water turning green
Blue water turning green
Blue water turning .................
Green
A love song. I hear your voice speaking and singing into the words. I feel the machair. I know this place. Lewis and Harris. Stones. Sand. Sea. Bones. Something knows me there. Charlie you are a soul poet. Just beautiful. 🙏❤️💫
This is such a moving elegy, Charles. I love the way "Stones" carries Sophia through sea, weather and memory ... how it feels both tender and elemental. These lyrics hold her in the very places she loved, "where blue waters turn green" and nothing is ever truly lost. Just beautiful. I'm writing a love poem as we speak. We couldn't script this thing called life if we tried. 🩵🙏💚