Being at the peak
Of the top of Ben Nevis,
See the Great Glen
And each snow bleached crevis.
You see why it's part
of the "Highland Cathedral",
And the faith it injects
By the creation needle.
A haze of flickering flies dance, seemly with no purpose or direction,
like a TV in need of a signal
The sky vast and infinite above looms ever growing, ever blue,
a dusting of tranquil clouds suspend effortlessly
Green escapes from every pore, every conceivable crevis
where once cold, harsh stone stood strong and ruled,
now nature and life become abundant
Fresh and new besides relics of past necessity
Did these designs of function and structure ever imagine their solid, powerful
density being compramised by delicate roots and saplings, overcome by creeping
colour, smothered beneath teeming greenery
It would appear not, for in those long, bleak winter months they had lost all memories of the warm awakening.. and with that came spring..
It's a rare thing in life,
To come across someone,
That truly completes you.
You look into their eyes,
And you see them-
In awe of the beauty,
They were meant to be seen for.
Like searching the depths of a deep dark cave,
But even without the light,
You already know every crevis.
Caressing all the smoothe places in admiration,
But really appreciating the rock and rough spots.
Love can be blind,
If being blind meant truly seeing,
For even the blind see with other senses,
Though enhanced,
The senses make up for the loss of sight.
How do the blind see beauty?
When they don't possess functioning eyesight?
And why does a blind man smile,
When he can't see the sunrise for himself?
The warmth of love is blind they say,
But do we really know what we're looking at?
When it comes to love, vision is meaningless.
Compared to the love that goes beyond the eye,
Forever holding us for eternity.
To Josh-For helping me to see the Sunrise-Blindfolded