Where Twilight Sleeps

 

There are cold deep valleys between the sunlit pinnacles,

Where the rivers run and the twilight ever sleeps,

Where all fallen things rest in the chill unblessed,

And the waterfall gently weeps.

 

And the sheer, rough hewn walls seem impossible,

So slick that all footholds would slide from their face,

And though escape seems improbable,

It is not wise to spend too long in this place.

 

For though it is desperately beautiful,

And we all must bathe in it's water's sometimes,

The warmth and the light of the pinnacles,

Is worth the pain of the difficult climb.

◄ Cruel Mistress

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Heart of Lead

Mon 22nd Apr 2019 22:24

So incredibly beautiful. I treasure your words and cherish the mood. You have the ability to invoke so much. Truly incredible.

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Trevor Alexander

Tue 16th Apr 2019 14:30

A wonderfully written allegorical piece - I really enjoyed it.

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Dorothy Webb

Tue 16th Apr 2019 07:06

Jason
Beautiful - so very beauiful

Dorothy

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Jason Bayliss

Mon 15th Apr 2019 23:50

Honestly, thank you all so much. I really wasn't sure.

J. x

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Don Matthews

Mon 15th Apr 2019 23:34

This is so good Jason

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 15th Apr 2019 20:38

Beautiful, Jason.

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keith jeffries

Mon 15th Apr 2019 20:27

Jason,

This poem is so very original, thoughtful and one which sets fire to the imagination. I shall read this several times and keep a copy as it will be a favourite in time to come.

Really well done
Thank you
Keith

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