Sunday, 3 August 2014

[Poem] Jack's Peak

Cloud waves surge,
in the aery ocean
fed by the brawny winds;
and mist walks the earth
like a lost traveller,
cloaking me in a shower of droplets
needling my face and lips.

A conifer dotted skyline,              
Of redwood sequoia and pine;
Vast expanse of rocky precipices
A bewitching moment in Time.

The monstrous wind
booms its dominion,
and yet, there is a silence
of contentment 
and an empyrean peace
beyond meditation.

I could sit here for ages,
lost in the timelessness,
or, vapourise
and blend, with the divine...

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