Winter Shadows

Mid morning winter shadows strike the forlorn sands
Seagull cries echo around the Lighthouse
Golden light pours down onto aged granite
Freezing shards of quartz which shine with a light of the Gods
This land betwixt sea and sky is blessed.

It calls the chosen to it's shores
To reflect on time, grace and beauty...
The endless calling of the sea
I heard so many times from my landlocked exile
Pulling me ever closer through time and space
To this, my final resting place.

Air and Water my constant companions
My chosen Elementals
Wild, unpredictable and unforgiving
A mirror to my Astral Self.

The dark and brooding cliffs
Hemming in the vast and mighty ocean
Sentinels to the passing of time.

This wild and constantly changing Atlantic outcrop
Is a place of magic
Beyond Mortal concerns
Timeless, Moon, Tides and Moods
Create a World beyond the ken of man.