Alpine Dreams
~ Enter The Abyss ~

Ken James McLeod

Mt. Buckindy Dusk © Ken James McLeod

The night was no longer young and the wee hours of dawn had drifted in. Now, the world was silent and his daily discourse behind him, he should be sleeping, yet stirred in thought to a dreamlike state.

The words,"come to thee in dream,"echoed within the far reaches of his mind, and he wandered to only thoughts of the Alpine land; where hawk and raven cry and squawk at the land dwellers below, where the goat is ruled king amid the granite rock, where the marmot whistles his tune of alarm, and where heather gives way to ice and snow, and to the emerald pockets of lakes cast in stone.

"Ah, what beautiful land this be," he uttered softly to himself as he fell deeper and deeper into the abyss of the trans-like state of "Alpine Dreams."

No longer was the world imperfect, for all that lay before him was beautifully hued and molded by the hand and power of creation . . .

KJM

(McPilchuck)

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