These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession.
Gie me a spark o’ Nature’s fire, / That’s a’ the learning I desire.
But love is much like a dam; if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current.
I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.