Slapton Sands

Hand on the throttle

Mind racing the road

The corners twist and bend

Running right through

The crevices of my brain

Entwining themselves within its muscle

The sand whips up a storm

On the beach I sit at

While the waves come creeping in

Teasing to reach my boots

A lone man walks to the end of the beach

In search of his thoughts

While I count every grain of sand

In my palm

Looking for God

Goliath

I face a mountain

That looms over me

Its spikes and crags

I feel pointing through my soles

I’m cold

Warmed fear

Fear that washes over my body

Rinsing me from head to toe

A wave clearing sense from skin

But like the shepherd boy David with his sling

Shadowed by the mighty Goliath

Clad in gleaming golden armour

I will scale that mountain

Its spikes sneering

Its peak glaring

To rise with battered hands and feet

Calloused from wear

To feel the sun shine upon my face

Cleansing me of my fear

Leaving this mountain beneath me

Only to see the next mountain, higher

 

Another chance, to feel closer

 

To that light

 

Looking Inside

The desert sands

I wander through

With just my body

I hold onto

No water, no food, no air

No reasons, I let go

Inside I went

To caverns old and long ago explored

To be another that brings a torch

To light up what we forgot

Nature to Machine

Sweet night

Comforting fog that looms

The church bells ring

Echoing, rolling through

These great green hills

The animals lie asleep

Attuned to mans rythmn

The path I walk

Is lit by silver moonlight

Songs played

From the violins of crickets

Soon my path will end

I will find myself

In a new kind of light