The Secret of Moss Force
Limitless, we float through the wide deep valley,
Seemingly partaking of the dream of all dreams
Effortlessly we soar as high as the fell tops
Gliding, exhilarating,
Seeking an entrance, a portal to something
As yet unknown but instinctive.
We hear a sound, like a song or tune
Familiar but unheard before
Like distant bells chiming
A soft drumbeat or
The bard with his harp, playing
To the ethereal, eternal.
Seeking the distant sound
We come closer to the valley floor
Ancient walls enclose the land and
Animals graze the lush emerald carpet content
With their interconnectedness
Continuity and history.
Where is the bard?
That harp played so softly
Like a waterfall in summer, the music
Running gently to our ears.
The instinctive sound is getting louder
The gateway is near.
Becoming the music, we enter the river
Moss Force has called us, and we
Yearn to be here.
Like a mirror or gateway
A song of the summer
A link between our world and the world of our peers.
Voices are heard beyond the fast running water
How can that be, surely no one's there?
A divine realisation, benediction awakens
We see through the water, like a crack in a mirror
The land of the living,
Who quizically stare.
On the side of the mountain
A manifest secret is
Making its mark on the world anew
Arcane ghostly secrets
Reveal to the living the
Legendary land of the departed.
The water is flowing
Down the dark banks of the hillside
Ghostly glimpses and shadows emerge from the ghyll
Fantastic folklore and old shepherd stories
Tell of an invisible way through the falls, through the fell, and
The Force briefly fortells her secret.
February 2012
Seemingly partaking of the dream of all dreams
Effortlessly we soar as high as the fell tops
Gliding, exhilarating,
Seeking an entrance, a portal to something
As yet unknown but instinctive.
We hear a sound, like a song or tune
Familiar but unheard before
Like distant bells chiming
A soft drumbeat or
The bard with his harp, playing
To the ethereal, eternal.
Seeking the distant sound
We come closer to the valley floor
Ancient walls enclose the land and
Animals graze the lush emerald carpet content
With their interconnectedness
Continuity and history.
Where is the bard?
That harp played so softly
Like a waterfall in summer, the music
Running gently to our ears.
The instinctive sound is getting louder
The gateway is near.
Becoming the music, we enter the river
Moss Force has called us, and we
Yearn to be here.
Like a mirror or gateway
A song of the summer
A link between our world and the world of our peers.
Voices are heard beyond the fast running water
How can that be, surely no one's there?
A divine realisation, benediction awakens
We see through the water, like a crack in a mirror
The land of the living,
Who quizically stare.
On the side of the mountain
A manifest secret is
Making its mark on the world anew
Arcane ghostly secrets
Reveal to the living the
Legendary land of the departed.
The water is flowing
Down the dark banks of the hillside
Ghostly glimpses and shadows emerge from the ghyll
Fantastic folklore and old shepherd stories
Tell of an invisible way through the falls, through the fell, and
The Force briefly fortells her secret.
February 2012
1 comment:
Loved this poem, so good to see a new one.
BEJL
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