The Wait

She stands alone upon the rocky hill,
Amber colored eyes searching the southern horizon.
A lonely sentinel in silent vigil,
Day in and day out she waits for him her handsome Warrior Chief.

Thirteen moons have come and gone,
The wheel of time once more turns to the dark of the year.
In dawn’s soft light she climbs the hill, to watch the valley floor
And every day she waits for him still, the leader of her clan

He left her standing there one crisp autumn night,
The Hunter moon casting its silver light upon the windswept hill.
He held her close and kissed her, “I promise to return” he said.
“I’ll wait for you” she whispers soft, and then lets go his hand.

Through winter’s bitter chill, snow swirled ‘round her skirts,
Spring’s gentle rains fell like tears upon her cheeks,
Summer’s sun beat down and burnt her creamy skin,
Now autumn winds blow fierce and tangle her russet curls

The drums of war resounded off the stony Highland cliffs that day,
The warriors gathered for a fight to keep their enemy at bay.
He left her on their hillside home with a promise and a kiss.
The men marched off to war that day, behind her beloved Warrior Chief

Blood bathed the fields of battle.
Death came to many as they fought to keep their homes.
The knowledge that she waits for him,
Kept the warrior fighting on.

A flash of pain, an arc of blood!
His only thought was of his love, and how she waits for him.
“I will return!” he shouts as his strength begins to ebb,
His eyes slide closed and the battle slips from his sight.

A gentle touch and rich warm broth, stars dancing in is eyes,
He struggled to sit up, but strong hands held him down.
He wondered did she keep the faith, how many moons have passed?
His battle now was to gain his strength, and put his feet upon the path.

As the wheel turned round he fought himself,
His weakened body struggled.
He forced himself to stand up straight and then to walk again.
As autumn winds began to blow, he journeyed toward his home.

In dawn’s pale light, she left her home and began to climb the hill,
And there upon the crest, a joyful sight did come to her and put her fears to rest
“I waited” she said so soft, “I have returned” was his reply.
Into his arms she flew, as tears fell from her eyes.

They stand alone upon the rocky hill as he looks into her eyes,
He holds her close and kisses her and whispers of his love.
Her wait is over, he has come home,
The warrior has his bride.