A tinge of blue in the white chalk
Names a deep valley road three centuries ago
Merging with remembered moonlit texts
Gemstones found in the veined night sky
Drawn to revisit this magical place
During daylight, no moon guide
No sodastone hanging above
This time mountains in the afternoon sky
Grey and layered contoured
Into wild canyons I wonder
Finding my way out, no footfall heard
On new plateaux grounded
Hugs, Diana...