~ Hiraeth ~

Sun warm on skin.

Rogue wind. Cool. Gooses my flesh.

Eyes roam over ancient hills.

Feel small but I am huge...

So much a part of all I see.

I breath it. I feel it. I embrace it to me;

greedily holding on to what is left.

I grieve for what has been lost

- so many changes in my time.

I grieve...

I grieve...

I grieve...

hiraeth...

hiraeth...

hiraeth...

7th June, 2008