Distant Hills
12th June 2016
12th June 2016
Distant Hills
(Purpose and definition, held within dreams)
Mind bends to Distant Hills.
Standing stern and bold.
Silhouettes salute,
From every horizon.
From our allotted seat,
Hill and Church pass by.
Anonymous spires pierce,
Into our subconscious.
Moments flashing past,
Providing interest
We reach and grab to,
The land that slips away.
(Veiled purposes
And definitions
Captured within subconscious).
These are the landmarks,
Fixed destinations
Realised of ambitions.
Along lines our journey,
Constantly 'pulling,'
Urging, compelling,
Away from the tracks.
Reluctantly and without debate.
Friends and companions,
In transition, for a while,
Share perspectives.
And they, for this shared time,
See and sense what you see,
Before their own gravity pulls,
Towards stations and final destinations.
From our carriage seat
We look over a land
We can never visit, like
The locked Garden of Eden.
And peering, for a moment,
The sun touches us
From behind the wall.
So, along this journey
We look to every horizon,
Peer deeper into every cleft,
And look to the monuments
That proclaims from every hill,
We look to find......A realm no longer available to us.

Distant Hills
(Purpose and definition, held within dreams)
Mind bends to Distant Hills.
Standing stern and bold.
Silhouettes salute,
From every horizon.
From our allotted seat,
Hill and Church pass by.
Anonymous spires pierce,
Into our subconscious.
Moments flashing past,
Providing interest
We reach and grab to,
The land that slips away.
(Veiled purposes
And definitions
Captured within subconscious).
These are the landmarks,
Fixed destinations
Realised of ambitions.
Along lines our journey,
Constantly 'pulling,'
Urging, compelling,
Away from the tracks.
Reluctantly and without debate.
Friends and companions,
In transition, for a while,
Share perspectives.
And they, for this shared time,
See and sense what you see,
Before their own gravity pulls,
Towards stations and final destinations.
From our carriage seat
We look over a land
We can never visit, like
The locked Garden of Eden.
And peering, for a moment,
The sun touches us
From behind the wall.
So, along this journey
We look to every horizon,
Peer deeper into every cleft,
And look to the monuments
That proclaims from every hill,
We look to find......A realm no longer available to us.
