On The Road To The Isles - repost

ON THE ROAD TO THE ISLES

Numbed by this alien terrain,

where truth spells a montony

of rain, we ride entombed

towards our Shangri-La.

Each fresh horizon

taunts the tired eye,

echoes the fretful sense

of hours gone by.

A weariness pervades

this no-man's land.

*****

Go West young man!

We make our final fling -

turning to be embraced

by fire. The mist resorbed,

light's pan-theophany

revives a blighted mind.

Rainbows and thunderfall engrave

their echoes on the boundary

of our wonderment, refresh

a dormant sense.

The sky line seethes -

sun sanctified.

*****

White, searing, the unseen sun

burns from the core

of mountains, transforms

a shroud of haze

into a panoply of light.

Rocks swallowed by, still seize

upon this shimmering -

a spectral residue

of more torrential times.

Malcolm Evison