Journey by Asil

The sun rose over the red city / The market stallers made their way to their place of residence - the souq / The travellers embarked on what would seem like another episode in their journey / The city became a sea of colours, until all became green and blue / The road seemed neverending, mystical / The travellers weaved through the mountains, taking narrow turns at heart racing speeds, feeling almost like they were flying / The dream cut short / The colours hazed into one as the car spun and rolled in the air / The car froze / The world paused / The traveller's minds turning into a state of half dead half alive, carried on to what could only be described and thought of as heaven / Heaven was shaped as a thundering waterfall in a vast evergreen / If heaven could be a place on earth - it would be this.





Poem set in Morocco. The travellers are two girls who rolled a car over a mountain edge and were saved from certain death by a solitary tree.