black and white
Posted in Poetry | By tim |
Drawn in close, this murky vale
The clouds are rolling in
The snow is getting heavy now
And the cold is back again
Through eyes of stony brilliance
Watching life stood still
An age inside, beyond the years
Naive and yet strong willed
And still you stand, arms outstretched
to face the driving rain
no one there to turn your back
or shield you from the pain
And as the camera pans wildly
across this windswept hill
the heather is just a colourless backdrop
while nature takes her kill
Images for all time recorded
in grainy black and white
This brief, tormented instant
Flashing lightning in the night
From your weakness you draw your strength
Through your tears, your fears, you find the light
Nature leads her tragic course
but your dreams never fade from sight.
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