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High, resting, hiding from the spinning world Remote, secluded, in a timeless time lock Where only Mother Nature, The bird to nest, the chick beloved, Adheres, four seasons in one day Revolves around the secret of Blavens corrie. I lay, to peep, into this corrie On a peppered starlit night, For I saw the stars in a wishing well Nae pen nor quill to write. A shooting star within a wishing well, Fly high, within the ground For fairy tales and wishes cast In twinkling stardust found And as I watched, I saw the moon, He filled the glass, the water round, A giant's round and shining face A power without a sound. Magnified, Magnificent, Manifest, Bequest, I could see the furrows, age, time, space, With eyes which frown while watching earth With lips to show a sad grimace. And suddenly the water rippled Mirrored glass to quake As dragon flies with velvet wings Under the moonlight did awake, To skip and dance, to skate on ice The moonbeams marble pillars of the night, Dressed in bright colours, with flowing wings, Nature's pure delight. A tear ran from my eye that night `Twas a shame somewhere so pure Did need to hide on a mountain side From a world without a cure. |
