Ropes of Light

Virulent chasms pose naked to the touch of a vagrant gypsy breeze. Columns of vapour leaden cloud soar into the far reaches of vertical sight. Minds astray pick the esoteric detail as cumulus shadows cast fading light upon the textured surface of its neighbour, whilst sunbeams pierce the massing front and radiate a promising warmth to the awaiting, patient land far below. Thoughts wander beyond the cloud front to the clarity beyond. A fathomless boulevard of brightness uninterrupted and limitless its beauty devolves a sense of reverence for the ominous power driving the systems which my eyes do behold. R. L. Bailey