The snow
The clouds
Draped on the mountain tops
Hung from the sky
A pinnacle
Breaks through
Black
Draped on the mountain tops
Hung from the sky
A pinnacle
Breaks through
Black
Even in the greys
Which days accumulate
A stroll along the sandy edge
A hike among the mossy boughs
Beauty subtly seductive
Invigorates my spirit
Closing eyes
Inward look
A glimmer
Heart inspired
Deeper still
Magic light
A beauty
Soul inspired
No matter the time
The journey intends to take
Some things will I remember
Some will I forget
Which? I leave to discover
Upon this travel’s end
Even under leaden sky
There is some magic yet
When lone gull wings
On rippling breeze
Grace in its poise
Careless of thought
Satisfied in arc
And swoop of flight
Which lifts me too
From baleful earth
Between the greys
Of clouds and sea
Sun ring complementing
The line of her departure
In retreat she makes
Some small rippling wake
Much like the sun
As it dips below horizon
The world left behind
Settles into darkness
The noise
The chaos
The violence
But by finding within these
The song
The rhythm
The transformation
Therein I discover
The beauty in all things
Therein awaits
Serenity
Therein am I
Transformed