Landscape

 I saw a landscape.

A landscape brave yet fatigued,

Whose hopes and ambitions

Slept in dreary coves,

With sleep filled eyes.

 

I saw a landscape.

A landscape sacred yet tainted,

Scared yet bountiful,

Whose trajectory and geometry

Were lost in the climates hostility.

 

I saw a landscape.

A landscape with an out stretched hand.

That roamed aesthetic corridors

Looking for it's meaning, purpose

And creator’s ambitions.

 

I saw a landscape.

A landscape fuelled by its beauty,

Although stalked by self-destruction.

Bricks, blood, love and mortar.

Sunsets, tidal swings and crucifixions.

 

I saw a landscape.

A landscape begging for salvation

A declining fortress desperate for a rebirth,

Needing solace and a

Baptism, amid its storms.

 

I saw a landscape.

A landscape wind swept with emotion

An esoteric horizon

With it's heart in it's palms

Weeping for the death,

Of another nation.