Mist and cloud hugs the clifftops with falling water.

You are the tide of gentle shore,

The cusp of night and day,

The sound and light that lifts my wings,

That drives my darkest hours away.

You are the voice of calm in storm,

The welcome scent of spring,

In all the world this beauty loved,

You are my most within.

.

This artscape forms part of the publication Sky and Cloud.

. . .