Waking winds – a Sun’s desires

Crawl between some mountains
Climb high above their tree-lines
To sit upon a long lonely rock shelf
Waiting for morning winds to arrive.

No sun, no daylight, just darkness
Weighs each moments’ worth to time
A share in story weights, stories told
While companions stare out to sip upon.

A single bottle, wild raspberry wine
Taking easy at rest leaning back
Against smooth vertical surfaces
Swapping tales from nights before.

These two wanders, wayfarers
Converse in future divergent
Travels, yet to be written in ways
As they wait now silent to dawn.

A world tilting, spinning through
Shades to darkness’ blue tones
Where a molten gold splits across
Far deep on an endless horizon curve.

For the once night air now picks up, it stirs
Rolling in waves, crashing loud as thunder
Across these two figures high in the moment
Awake, bare to the molten honey Sun’s desires.

High above a river basinSeven pieces of writing today, have been a little busy of late, and still on other things, but a weeks worth in one day is okay, right?

9 responses to “Waking winds – a Sun’s desires

    • Thanks, Oloriel, some worlds we just need to walk, sit and live in at times. I know the feeling, having grown up in a small town (the top four photos on the right) on the lower parts of the highlands here, the poem relates to being high on the nearby sandstone mountain ranges and their subtropical forest world, vastly different to the world below. Just as does the sea, islands, and coastal ranges do also, fill such cravings.

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