Suddenly it gripped me;
The wild urge to get up and get out.
Although the sun was setting, I didn't care.
That glowing orb of crimson fire called me
As it tried to hide enticingly
Behind the gloom-clad saddles of the downs.
And I had to go...
To reach out and touch those hills
Caressed by the blowing winds,
Combing the chalk crested slopes.
Standing on a longbarrow gazing west
Through the clouds bleeding red
I felt the cool evening air
Piercing me by the lungful,
Cleansing my spirit and best of all
Soothing the darkness from my troubled mind.
