Moss covered granite
Watching over the garden
Always will be
Thursday, 10 December 2009
Empty
The sun shines bright,
Its warmth inside me,
Birds sing a slow song,
I try to sing with them.
My throat catches.
Darkness enfolds me,
Wrapping around in a cold hug,
My muffled voice screams,
But no-one listens.
It’s the distance to empty.
Its warmth inside me,
Birds sing a slow song,
I try to sing with them.
My throat catches.
Darkness enfolds me,
Wrapping around in a cold hug,
My muffled voice screams,
But no-one listens.
It’s the distance to empty.
Hiking in the Drakensberg
Sheets of cascading water tumble down,
Soft whisper entices me in,
Calling me to venture further,
Through the jungle before me,
I slide cautiously down the side,
The freezing water makes me gasp,
So different to the heat of the sun,
Beating down all day,
Stifling...suffocating me,
The pool released me,
Gave my breath back,
Enclosed by the trees,
Protected by undergrowth,
A sanctuary from the sun.
Soft whisper entices me in,
Calling me to venture further,
Through the jungle before me,
I slide cautiously down the side,
The freezing water makes me gasp,
So different to the heat of the sun,
Beating down all day,
Stifling...suffocating me,
The pool released me,
Gave my breath back,
Enclosed by the trees,
Protected by undergrowth,
A sanctuary from the sun.
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