Soul’s Reflection

Amongst her ordinary beauty I lay

cushioned against the grit stone earth

Autumn warmth then shadows cool touch

minds noble question answered this day

Distant hills overwhelmed by her

form the backdrop of the scene

cries of the curlew provide a memory

to sleep, to sleep perhaps to dream

As I cast my eyes beyond the horizon

the raven makes himself known

within his eye my soul’s reflection

passing images of my mind now to atone

The heather beneath darkens mauve to scarlet

as I’m gifted the ravens view

soaring high my soul takes notice

of the landscapes changing hue

From the depths of the valley

to the bracken browned stony Tor

one thousand souls unknown journey

her ordinary beauty to view no more