Clwydian Hills
Echo my thoughts
High above
My breath is caught
Leaning, peering
Mouthing words
Silent oaths
Promises cursed.
Moonlight it shimmers
A breathing peak
Its heart to beat
Its soul to sleep
Knowing still
Deep inside
The poets tears
Cannot hide.
Love forsakes
Free of conscience
Without mercy
Bitterness counting
Hours, days
Weeks become
A memory now
Beneath new sun.