secure in the knowledge
of dried ancient bone,
safe in the arms
of moss-wall and stone.
cunning eyes
random swift
seeks shelter in leaf,
looks for comfort and
reaches out blind
for belief.
trusted landscape of days
and years that are known,
stranded on mountains
of moss-wall and stone.
cheated eyes
false pretence
makes home in the leaf,
eats away and decay cuts
into belief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written descriptive piece, I enjoyed this very much 10 Lynda xx