it is my heart.
and it will bash against the rocks.
it will be beaten
by the torrent,
by the tumult,
by the maelstrom.
it will hurt
it will bruise
it will rend
until it tears.
but it will not break
it will not surrender
it will not lose hope
it will feel all the pain
every moment of it
battered
bruised
but it will heal
it will feel elation
it will feel love [...]
The rock is layered.
The rock is jagged.
It breaks through the soil.
It cuts down to the sea.
The turquoise sea
That takes the light
From the sun
And makes it
different.
The vines cling
Perilously
To the rock.
Their roots dig deep
Searching
Splitting
Shattering
Rock and soil,
Looking for water.
The homes cling
Perilously
To the Rock.
They become villages.
Right down to the sea.
The stone sits,
Set on rock.
Perpendicular.
Layers upon layers.
Ochre, purple,
Obsidian
Pale.
Morning and evening are coloured with pastels.
The sea, the clouds, the hills and mountains.
And the sun.
Sometimes faded, sometimes intense.
But always pastel.
Always vibrant.
Never wanting.
