Emptiness rings out across this lonely corridor,
In silence to the sea which reaches to some distant shore,
And a single Gul who’s lonely call, is echoed by the dawn,
Brings feeling to the mystery, that long a go was shown.
And thó I chose this life I’m living, it sometimes brings me down,
And I often wish that you could be around.
But there’s no time, no time, the clock has lost it’s chime,
And there’s no love, no love, it drifted out of line.

Cast the spell of ages on the planets in the sky,
For moments that bring feeling to so many questions why,
It was fate which led me to this place, and broke the chains of time,
And I gaze into the Angels eyes, longing for a sign.
Sometimes it fells like i’m losing, it somehow felt that way today,
How I wish this shadow was moving, making way for the light of day.
But there’s no time, no time, the clock has lost it’s chime,
And there’s no love, no love, it drifted out of line.

Alternatively known as the song of Staffa, The author sang out the words whilst sitting at the rear of Fingals cave beneath the Isle of staffa in the western hebrides, across the lonely corridor of water during a spring retreat in 95.

Maélwys /|\