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