

ScotlandSCOTLANDScotland
Feel the strong winds whipping your hair Breathe the cold highland air See this landscape of rusty brown Climb up to the heathery crown Walk on over the marshy ground In this world empty of human sound Carry on down to the silent beach Watch the seals splashing out of reach Hear the waves hissing on the sand And lie on the shore of this desolate land Observe the birds high in the sky And the heavy clouds drifting on by Lie on the ground far from all cars And think of the universe, and the stars Lie there by the trickling stream And


EscapeSoft contours of your ribs flawlessly ripple Little, brittle limbs bent like young trees in the wind Your round, shaven head bejewelled with sweat Skin stretched over bones like the canvas of an unpainted masterpieceEscape
Muddy birds of paradise patiently stand guard Wise midnight eyes watch over and wait For your minerals to be returned to the earth And then this black-winged angel will carry you away Up into an endless crystal blue Painless and limitless, an eternity of freedom Loose of your silvery shackles Desire and fear caged in your skeleton
Though we are


Star-GazingLying on yielding grass, My hands a pillow for my head, The glowing blackness still, The night cold and crisp and dead;Star-Gazing
Silently, the show begins, The stars applause unheard: A brilliant incandescence Flits through the sky like a bird.
Emerald whispers rush through the dark, The whole of the heavens ablaze; The beautiful jade fills my vision, The night a glistening haze.
I could not compare the beauty, Or hope to explain that sensation, That boundless radiance, That feeling of elation.
And it fills me with wonder t


TwilightCrisp whispers of dusk Mist haunting the lawn Light fading, falling, failing Dead until the dawnTwilight
Blackness always lurking Shadows ever-rise Black fingers reach horizon Stroke pale, blue-grey skies
Wait for total darkness Soft gloom to cover all Shadows no more creeping Enveloped in nights shawl
What lurks in the shadows? Eyes winking in the dark Must escape this half-light This time so bleak, so stark
The suns dying ghost Still howling to the night Stand weak and exposed Alone in the twiligh
Jungle
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