TABLE MOUNTAIN, CAPE TOWN - A Lifelong Love Affair

My friends

I found these this morning ... 3 little lover's notes I had penned to iconic
Table Mountain, more than 10 years ago. 

(photo credit Brendon Wainwright)

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

(photo credit koosrossouw)

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)

 

(photo credit Kate Goss)

 
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)