Kealan McAllister’s “That Place”. Photo Source: Fresh Eye Solutions.
Kealan McAllister, Contributor.
In the shadow of a fortress
On a hill outside a bustling town
One sees rich and verdant countryside
Lush greens and yellows all around
One can gaze miles in all directions
Over the vista, so tranquil, so at peace
Look right and see the ocean blue
To your left the snow-capped Pyrenees
Near all is still and quiet
But the coiling tango of two birds
Accompanied by the gentle sighing of the wind
Almost too gentle to be heard
The setting sun washing all before me
In a dusky, golden shade of light
How can such raw, intense emotions
Be dissipated by a mere sight?
Memories of torment and caprice
Of people that once were close to me
All frets and worries that plague my mind
Making it almost loathsome to be
Old wounds which I still pick, and will not close
Still sore, worried incessantly
How is it now the bleeding is staunched
And I find I can be quite pleasantly?
How that scene could make my heart
Green and fertile once again
I need not to know the cause
From over-scrutiny I shall refrain
But I take comfort from the fact
That although people tend to redact
The love they were once happy to give
Leaving you in sorrow and regret to live
That despite what will be or what came before
That place shall be there forevermore.