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
Copyright © The Red Rain | Year Posted 2013
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