Monday, 17 January 2011

Snowdonia


Sudden vast beasts wall the scape,
Gone are greens, now reds do drape;
Moist air so still, yet majestic, proud,
Rocky streams gush force and loud.

Bony trees, clawed and long,
Mountain King Peacock struts and strong,
Artery dry stones reach so high,
They pathway up beyond the sky.

The mist above clouds darkened dream,
Crystal water so pure, barely seen,

O now understanding why Eryri gave blame,
Resplendent dramatics inspired Ray of Light, his name.

I wish I was the mist that swirls the air,
I wish I was the peak that towers to dare,
I wish I was the force of beauty that all can see;
I wish I was the feeling of so meant to be.