New Zealand 24th July 2003An icy wind blows ... the chill from the mountains
the touch of snow numbing the senses of the waiting soul
The vibration here is strange ... time stands still ... fate holds its breath
Here is the meadow beyond the door; across the threshold the few walk
and he is of the few and he wonders if he is alone;
perhaps he has gone insane and he waits for nobody to come?
Doubt is the impulse cast in his consciousness ... and it may be alien
It may have come from the drifting snow on the distant mountains ...
Watchers stand there; watchers who know the few will make it through
and find the ancient waiting place; the communion garden of old ...
--- Matthew James --
14/01/2003
Planet X
Original Photograph
taken by Matthew James
the touch of snow numbing the senses of the waiting soul
The vibration here is strange ... time stands still ... fate holds its breath
Here is the meadow beyond the door; across the threshold the few walk
and he is of the few and he wonders if he is alone;
perhaps he has gone insane and he waits for nobody to come?
Doubt is the impulse cast in his consciousness ... and it may be alien
It may have come from the drifting snow on the distant mountains ...
Watchers stand there; watchers who know the few will make it through
and find the ancient waiting place; the communion garden of old ...
--- Matthew James --
14/01/2003
Planet X
Original Photograph
taken by Matthew James
