Revival

Among the hills and stone I walked mind a wander, lost in thought on I stumble round cwm and lake on rocks unmoved and churned gravel Whiffs of clouds haze the view an ancient aura surrounding sky reaching peaks Through the cloud punctures visions of climbers on acute slopes, scrambling quickly The lone runner on the corrie wall Obscured by regathering cloud I breath, reborn in the mountain air clean pure and joyful proud once again and very much alive The stone breaths with me, man and earth one and the same Refreshed I turn and leave Driven to the brink of land and sea I stand, salt in my mouth shingle at my feet displaced still and staring at the foaming expanse Though I now retreat back to town, grey and grim my mind is healed and I remember The beauty that I found