As cloud now lies upon the hills <br />That cuts their peaks like scything blades, <br />Engulfing then the emerald slopes <br />And turning them to grey <br />The distant land now cloaked afar <br />As hidden is its shape and form, <br />I can but dream of times before <br />Now lost unto this day. <br /> <br />And as the light does slowly fade <br />As clouds do roll across the sea, <br />Upon the gusts of wind that blows <br />The bringers of the rain, <br />Like smoke they drift and fill the air <br />While shrouding every hill and field, <br />A chill descends a ghostly hand <br />Does grip this scene of pain. <br /> <br />It shan't let go until the front <br />Has passed to let the sunlight shine, <br />Upon the peaks and emerald slopes <br />That once did greet me there, <br />And yet for now there seems no end <br />No beam to break the drizzle skies, <br />That sweeps across the waiting land <br />And fills it with despair.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-cloud-now-lies-upon-the-hills/
