Arthur Seat
 
These basalt rocks of Arthur Seat
Will hold more stories than the rocks of Skye
Arthur's constant chatter
Telling the same story at every bend
Tourists puff
With hands to hips
Catching their breath
 
So the rocks of the Highlands may have fewer stories
Fewer than the rocks of the city hill
 
But the silence of the Highlands
Says more than city chatter
 
On a wet day
Arthur Seat holds its tong
Its well-walked paths disintegrate
And holds within it
The silent bolder of stories untold 
 
 
 
 
Two of us fly
 
Dance across the moor
Take flight through stormy skies
Come with me
 
Dance into the night
Dark clouds will be our playground
Damp air our thrust quenched
 
Cold wet skin
We are alive
Fly fast through the night
 
Take no aim
Head far from endless moor
 
Dance with me
In storm filled sky
 
 
 
Evening
 
Where edges of mountains meet
They layer each other
Crossing over
Dark on dark
The velvet hills
Role into each other
Collecting ripples
Of evening sun
Darker in time
But the sky fills
Eyes
Role across the horizon
Like setting suns
Meeting the mountains edge
They cover and fold
The day into night
 
 
 
 
Weight bare
 
The weight of man
On his back
With his shadow
To carry him
Rolling together
Baring no weight
Man tumbles, his shadow follows together 
The sky holds no friction

 
Carried by himself
There is no need to wake
Separation of sleep holds tightly
 
Spun forward towards his own self
The man and his shadow go together
Hinged they bare their weight
Sleeping through the air
 
 
 
Created
 
Endless sky cut of too soon
By man made mystery
Here pulled back to our safety net
Before going to the point of no return
Our civilization tells out harts to stay close to the hearth
But to wonder away
To climb out of the creatd
Don't lose sight
Don't lose sight
 
There are shiploads of carriers and roads full of cars
Staying firmly panted to earth.
Free as our minds
Which seem to be designed
To come home
To the table
 
Through the window
The sky, the farms, ships, roads and cars
There is the mystery
Were eating created mystery
 
 
 
Evening folds I
 
I can't help but sit back and look
At what's here in front of me
The day has stilled
Soon will be closing
But the sun scans the land
For the last time today
It's already past me
 
Evening folds II
 
The ground has become dark and wet
The sky retains the deepening of watery pools
The mountains become one
Then shown to us before they go
 
Evening folds III
 
Let us in
Little patch of blue
Pull back
Your curtain of light
Run fast
To catch the opening
Because the stage is all darkness
 
 
 
 
The magpie takes what it can
 
Dreams are ours to take
Endless cloud filled sky
Carry all that is in it
Holding all its precious things
 
Holding on to nothing
Only dreams are our own
Take what you can from them
Before they are gone
 
The Magpie sees the world as it's own
But not our dreams
There is nothing shinier than our dreams
 
So leave what you can
Become weightless
Go with the Magpie
Own it as well
 
 
 
I think therefore I exist?
 
Somewhere between happy and sad?
There's a point where there is nothing to be found?
At this indescribable point
There is no sun and no moon?
 
 
As the day shifts timelessly still
Am I here?
The blue mood out of the grey
 
Pulls? Pushes? Stays?
 
The curtains were open all night
So the light grows
But nothing changes?
 
Thoughtless gaze
This endless state
Where did it come from?
Part of the sky?
Before the end of this question
You realize
Your not there
Any
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