Thursday, 16 February 2017


At their feet we rest,
Glancing up through the streams of sunlight,
That cast shadows in their abscence,
The wind around us whispering gently,
Singing of secrets we'll never learn to know,

Warmth spreads where golden beams touch,
And I hear my laughter tumbling back across the rocks below,
Above me the glint in your eye tells me all I'll ever need to know,
And forwards we go,
Clambering and calling like young birds excited to fly,

It is beautiful here,
With the world laid out below our feet,
Stretching away into the hazy horizon,
Here is a sense of blissful calm and a feeling that all is right,
As I stand beside you and look out across the world below.

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