In The Light Field

Bitter and tired,
We fall from tall mountains,
And land with our battered bodies
Wrapped in a numbing blanket of snow,
Our exhausted eyes try to seek out a sanctuary,
But succeed in seeing nothing at all,
And when the cold sets in and finds our hearts,
Our drained minds only want to sleep,
Granting their wish could be done without trouble,
But in the darkest of places we find the strongest of fight,
And with our limp hands,
We search and we dig,
Adrenalin setting in we feel immortal,
The seemingly impossible has been conquered by us,
And the dazzling sun beats down on our souls.

Zoë Campbell, 09/07/06