School: James Gillespie’s High School, Edinburgh
A Man stands solitary on a hill above the village.
Under spires and window arches,
clatter and talk wafts over the land.
Silhouettes pause at windows,
looking up at the enchanting, sinuous Ocean.
Stars, the glint of an old man’s eyes,
deep with thought and forgotten innocence,
glinting and circling like wisps from Tabaco pipes.
Alone on the hill he only hears faint laughter,
that grips and clutches his brain.
Legs tremble with cold,
eyes open wide,
staring at the world,
missing tears of light.