The mountains call out
come and climb upon
my view
Nothing will be seen
No past, no future
just the starkness
The cold hardness
of the stone
It will bury you
like the dust
beneath its strength
You are nothing
Nothing will remember
nor be remembered
The wild beasts that roam
in the mountain wilderness
The colors you see
When the sun rises and sets
When rainbows appear
nor the silver sky
in which angels fly
The mountains call out
come and climb upon
my peak
Nothing will survive me
No past, no future
inside me the darkness
The stillness without time
Dale,
You have taken me to the mountain. Thank you, it has been a long time since I climbed one. I had not realized how much I had forgotten until you wrote this.
This poem takes me to a very high place with a
deep silence within and a tranquility
thats almost touchable!!
Awesome poetry here Dale!!
The imagery is outstanding!!
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Nancy
You have taken me to the mountain. Thank you, it has been a long time since I climbed one. I had not realized how much I had forgotten until you wrote this.
~ Sara
lol
high (altitude)
love it
pax
A
deep silence within and a tranquility
thats almost touchable!!
Awesome poetry here Dale!!
The imagery is outstanding!!
Love Tinka
This is beautifully done.
~Chrissie