The Lost Souls Of
Galston Gorge
When
the red sun, setting in the west, has eliminated light,
colour,
shape and distance exist as mere tricks of the night,
conjuring
creatures of illusion your faculties to tease,
you'll
find them playing hide and seek amongst invisible trees,
darting
from behind black rocks and across the wooden bridge
around
stone ledges, up steep slopes and quickly over the ridge;
two
large bright eyes, they wink and blink across the valley floor,
elusive,
you might miss one, but there's sure to be some more,
for
every night from east and west their ritual ways they forge,
in
rain or fog a special treat, the lost souls of Galston Gorge.
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