Come Dawn Over Blaven
Omnipresent ......
terrifying.......they,
Touched, the sky.
Sentinels..... of the dead.
Reminders, for the living.......
Clouded in mist !
Lashed, by the forces of nature.
Ever silent they stand.
Be that, I begone..... today.
They.....
Will still be there,
tomorrow.
On the, Cuillin.
Giajl © Jim Love