Fred Melnyczuk is poet, philosopher, artist and dreamer from Scotland
In its depths, an infinite embrace,
Stuck together with gloopy pines;
Bordered by diaphanous streams,
And ancient rocks, sculpted like bodies––
Their deep deep caves holding hearts.
And emerging on cliffs;
These old horizons and valley birds,
had a thousand years to perfect a tune,
a thousand years to find love
* a national park in Finland
The night had bled itself dry,
Red stains the morning sky,
Beauty is morning
And night’s refrain.