Astride the Pinnacle

Dylan Toh & Marianne Lim - Adelaide, Australia

Pinnacles Lookout Grampians National Park Some old poetry I used to dabble in in the past - which drove me to escape from the self by walking and running to witness the beauty of nature : When I can read the cloud’s white trails Like a favourite book’s most fancied lines Then all love’s heads and twining tails Will be foreseen as fate untwines When all my fears like North to North Repel from me to drown in wine Then only can my love give birth To kindred woes awaiting in line When I can dance with all my hates Cheek to heart in merry braille Then perhaps I’ll lift this veil of spite Which hides true mirth from dogged will Perhaps I’ll ask my humble God Sins forgiven at summit’s dusk Then take these irons so poorly shod And tread the snow ‘til pardon rests I have no need for grammar’s chains No past to bind nor future tense The present peruses this narrow lane Like broken glass, dies all good sense Yet wander I will with no good reason Like fallen petals once blood red Now wan and worn like a silent sermon White for all the love so bled. -Sometimes it doesn't bother me if the picture's not perfect - I have a record of the experience I had that particular morning including getting lost in the dark on the way up. [Focus 11 ebook] [Prints and Tutorials] [Skype post processing]