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You promised me a heart piece.
Possibly, I found it. Infact,
I know I did. In the sky.
I fell in love with the stars.
It was dark, a blue and black heath in the air,
The textures smooth and subtle silk,
Nothing rough and coarse to see.
Soft, gentle, but wild. It can't
Be tamed. I would love to cage it,
To hold but a fragment of that
Expansive, endless sky between my fingers,
A little penny of my thoughts.
But that's too many thoughts for one penny;
Enough for the heath. Each little droplet of silver,
Another world, another planet, perhaps another life.
They smile, do the droplets, they sing and shine.
They are watching us. So many glowing eyes,
Even beyond those who are bold enough to show.
More lurk, creep and scuttle behind the leaders,
Shyly peaking down at us on our mountain.
It is when we lie down, on a rock, our bed of choice,
That the night becomes truly a masterpiece of creation.
The horizon is gone, the glittering of orange dead to us,
The oceans of land and terrain of sea is swallowed away
Into nothing under us.
And my eyes are overwhelmed by nothing
And everything.
There is no colour, yet I see all seven.
So many stars, so many possibilities rain,
Thundering down in a gentle cascade.
Is there life? Do they breathe?
I'm in with the rhythm of it now.
They are bursting with the very essence of existence.
I want to be a star. I want to breathe with them.
I want to be another, small shimmer on the heath.
No name, no title, just being in the great
Thriving galaxy. This world.
I am so small, but not insignificant.
Invisibility on something invisible
Is not so harsh.
What is, is that the sky won't swallow
Me up, or fall, fall down quickly on
Top of me, consume me.
I can't be part of its body.
But maybe I'm too awed too mind.
They shift and change above us,
Like I adjust my head for a better view,
So we, the stars and I, can make better contact
And read one another clearly.
I really have fallen in love with them
But its not quite the piece I was hunting for.
That is currently holding my hand
And I'm not letting it go.
I'm so happy, I could die,
Peacefully.
I fell in love with the stars,
All of them.
Possibly, I found it. Infact,
I know I did. In the sky.
I fell in love with the stars.
It was dark, a blue and black heath in the air,
The textures smooth and subtle silk,
Nothing rough and coarse to see.
Soft, gentle, but wild. It can't
Be tamed. I would love to cage it,
To hold but a fragment of that
Expansive, endless sky between my fingers,
A little penny of my thoughts.
But that's too many thoughts for one penny;
Enough for the heath. Each little droplet of silver,
Another world, another planet, perhaps another life.
They smile, do the droplets, they sing and shine.
They are watching us. So many glowing eyes,
Even beyond those who are bold enough to show.
More lurk, creep and scuttle behind the leaders,
Shyly peaking down at us on our mountain.
It is when we lie down, on a rock, our bed of choice,
That the night becomes truly a masterpiece of creation.
The horizon is gone, the glittering of orange dead to us,
The oceans of land and terrain of sea is swallowed away
Into nothing under us.
And my eyes are overwhelmed by nothing
And everything.
There is no colour, yet I see all seven.
So many stars, so many possibilities rain,
Thundering down in a gentle cascade.
Is there life? Do they breathe?
I'm in with the rhythm of it now.
They are bursting with the very essence of existence.
I want to be a star. I want to breathe with them.
I want to be another, small shimmer on the heath.
No name, no title, just being in the great
Thriving galaxy. This world.
I am so small, but not insignificant.
Invisibility on something invisible
Is not so harsh.
What is, is that the sky won't swallow
Me up, or fall, fall down quickly on
Top of me, consume me.
I can't be part of its body.
But maybe I'm too awed too mind.
They shift and change above us,
Like I adjust my head for a better view,
So we, the stars and I, can make better contact
And read one another clearly.
I really have fallen in love with them
But its not quite the piece I was hunting for.
That is currently holding my hand
And I'm not letting it go.
I'm so happy, I could die,
Peacefully.
I fell in love with the stars,
All of them.
This weekend, I climbed a mountian, Goatfell with my crazy boyfriend, the Mountain Man. And you know, camped in the middle of October at the top. Because we're clever like that.
The night was the best moment, I've never seen anything so beautiful, (I cried.
) and you can expect quite a few pieces coming, not just on this, but on other things that happened and stuffs.
[link] Check out his website, he took some gorgeous photographs of that day!
Do it!
The night was the best moment, I've never seen anything so beautiful, (I cried.
) and you can expect quite a few pieces coming, not just on this, but on other things that happened and stuffs. [link] Check out his website, he took some gorgeous photographs of that day!
Do it!
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I'm thinking about that weekend just now. It feels like it happened in some weird dream, not something that just happened a couple of weeks ago. It's just not the same world. It's not the same world where there's TV and video games and university.
I'm no stranger to mountains, and certainly no stranger to Goatfell with three trips up there, but I've never been on top of one at night, or came down at 5am in pitch blackness by the light of a headtorch only. It feels utterly surreal. I can't really explain it.
I'm no stranger to mountains, and certainly no stranger to Goatfell with three trips up there, but I've never been on top of one at night, or came down at 5am in pitch blackness by the light of a headtorch only. It feels utterly surreal. I can't really explain it.