Fearless am I who walks alone in my head

Breathing the scents of the world around me

Each step falls into the rhythm I tread

 

Of cares and woes, heedless while at peace

I feel the calm, heartbeat steady, I walk

 

Love walks with me, conversation unsaid

Our communion allows us just to be

Fearless am I who walks alone in my head

 

Attention caught, we share with each other

Capturing the sensory overload

 

Along broken tracks, grass and moss I led

My companion to rest ‘neath old ash tree

Each step falls into the rhythm I tread

 

Views sublime, valleys green mountains enring’d

Birdsong echoes – competes with bleating sheep

 

The mountain calls me back to my homestead

The slope steeper than recall’s degree

Fearless am I who walks alone in my head

 

Braes, burns and peaty bogs, grassy slopes spread

Vistas of childhood, through other eyes seen

 

Showing hidden nooks, e’er looking ahead

The last half mile picks up the pace with glee

Each step falls into the rhythm I tread

 

Now laughing, breathless, I breathe, thrust ahead

To a gate where love’s the admission fee

Fearless am I who walks alone in my head

Each step falls into the rhythm I tread

Today’s challenge was to try a Grá Reformata poetry form, created by Michael King – based on a Villanelle. I have tried to be true to the prompts for the poem also – falling, breathe, fearless