On Rainbow Hill
tranquil and still
a hidden sanctuary
calling out simplicity
protected, quiet and warm
in the eye of the raging storm
the only source of light
a fire, a flame so bright
reflected in eyes stealth and green
a creature, so pure and serene
candlelit limestone walls
the dark angel falls
black clouds kissed by the moon
hauling wind, life’s untamed tune
wielded by the strength of Thor
Three days power-cut in the wild West ain’t good for nothin’! Makes one see the true treasure of a warm fireplace and candle lights.
Wonderful and full of fiery power
Thank you, for such great words!
Now, that’s what I’ll call a kick-arse comment! lol! Thanks a mill Mr. Singleton!
Thanks a mill, Himani!
It was quite a powerful moment I must say, I’m happy it allowed itself to be transferred into words. 🙂