Please Come to My Highlands for a Spell

Please Come to My Highlands for a Spell

Written by Jonathan Henderson

January 24, 2014 @ 9:39 PM

Please come to my highlands for a spell

From the hinterlands of the Wild West,

As I will cascade my love from my well.

Don't waste a second escaping its behest

While the banjos duel upon our fairy tale,

For upon your arrival, we'll sip of our grail.

If you fail to abscond here from her Hills,

These ancient Smoky Mounts will collapse

As the Son of Morning's fiery breath kills,

For upon the moment my will shall lapse,

I shall wither as a flower to a wintry death

As if I, a dogwood, in Blackberry's breath.

Shall we bask in the brisk Southern breeze

As tall amber waves of grain dance in seas,

With the fish being us, just two fish alone

Within a school of none but the unknown:

The unknown perhaps a clipper's a-sailing

Across that still calm before a raging tempest
Never allowing her gale of Hatred assailing

The heart, soul, and that which is our test...

... a world where only the highlands may unite
The rugged Scotsman and the belle from the L.A. night.