A calling

[Doug Thompson]

A bit of nonsense inspired by Sweety, Crazy, and my visit to mount Stromboli.

A calling

the mountain was calling me in a dream, Stromboli was calling to me
 I must find a way to the mountain, across the buffeting sea

the buffeting sea was tormented and wild, the dream was as real as day
how could I get to the mountain, who could show me the way

Stromboli spat fire in the distance, the sea tossed my boat here and there
the wind had hold and threw me around, always laughing, why should I care

now my boat was flying ahead of the wind, the waves were dancing and free
Stromboli was calling and lighting the sky, and still she was calling to me

when my boat fetched up on a black gravel shore, the sky was dark as jet
the wind bore down and the waves lashed back, no rest would be granted yet

I scrambled away from the cold dark beach, away from the raging sea
stromboli was calling and calling, the mountain was calling to me

I gathered the strength I was able, and spent it on goat tracks and scree
as I drew ever closer she still called me on, this must be where I should be

till I lay on her flank with nothing to spare, as the mountain started to sing
then she cleared her throat in the lowest of tones, and the earth began to ring

and the earth rang out from rumble to roar, and the crater erupted again
and the molten fluids from inside the earth, were falling as glowing rain

now the sky was alight with liquid rock, and the mountain was bathed in its glow
then the thump, thud, all around, as the lava fell back to the mountain below

[Robin Jones]

Fantastic! Happy memories B)

[Robin Jones]

I've found a photo of you laying on her Flank:
And of the sky alight with liquid rock: