I found these this morning ... 3 little lover's notes I had penned to iconic
Table Mountain, more than 10 years ago.
Table Mountain, more than 10 years ago.
Made me wonder how I ever thought I could stay away, make my home elsewhere when every time I raise my eyes, I always hope to lay them on the world's most beautiful table, when with every breath its slopes tell me I'm home.... my lifelong love affair.
I hope you enjoy!
Love love love
Amiena xxx
Obscured in mist
So
dense I would loose myself were I to navigate.
Unearthly
beauty beckons.
As with
all things most dangerous
you
whisper coldly for me to follow, invite me within.
And I
am drawn as upon weightless clouds to enter
into
your midst, knowing well that despair must follow.
And you
are temptation, ethereal whispers, snatches
of long
ago songs, half glimpsed shadows, …surreal
(penned on a cold winter's morning as Table Mountain lay hidden, shrouded in mist. Utterly, seduced)
To God’s door
Above
the clouds where angels sigh
Sunlight
strokes our faces, is captured in light
And
we alone wander amidst aching beauty
Almost
undone by the otherworldliness of this place
Till
our souls, transcendent, are awash with closeness.
And
beyond welcoming waters, obscured by earths hold
Yet
clear to the unchained, eternity beckons.
Here
is where questing has led us, to Gods door.
Awash
with reverence, wondered sighs to the Cherisher,
And
all I am capable of, all I am made of, is this moment.
(a hike up to the dams after a week of heavy rains and the landscape so beautiful and transformed, it felt as if we had been transported to a different plane)
Table
Mountain
I
saw you burn, go up in flames
Wild
winds raged, stoking your fires
Angry
and immortal like the battles above great Olympus.
And
no opposing force could stand in their path to diverge your destiny.
Nights
and mornings untold rained down your black tears
Into
hair, homes, dreams, into every crevice
clogging
all thought and slowing our steps.
And
you in your palanquin of mist, lay hidden while we watched scared,
waiting
to see how you would end, dreading, dying for
the
charred husk, all that remained of your ravishment.
(thoughts and fears as I watched Table Mountain burn, its ashes carried by the wind darkening the sky, making us choke, breaking my heart)