The summit has gone out of view, hidden by thick black clouds
A storm is brewing; I hear the distant thunder
I shiver; the air has grown cold; I sense the hold of winter
There is no new life in this cycle, only destruction
It’s gone too far and a long time to wait for the new era ...
A lightning flash and I see the impenetrable rock walls and the vertical screes momentarily
I wonder how I scaled that tower so easily as a child
Maybe I had wings and I could fly; it appears to be the only way
But how do I adopt that imagination again now I am a man
All that ability seems now so lost to me ....
Extract taken from 'Waiting For The Clouds To Lift' written by Matthew James 11.53 a.m on 10th September 2001
