Mountains stand, yet only view, others as gusts of rain
Yet a dream stands there in silence
Even in this time our hearts can ascertain
It is here we can find our balance
There are footsteps seeking out tomorrow’s fountains
Shining golden in their quest
That look up into the faces of these mountains
With silent dreams which never rest
To return to their homes, there is never any thought
When they see the gentle leaving of day
Feather across the peaks, when the eve is sought
Taking one more step along the way
There is blood on the sandals and gold in the hearts
Of the dreamers who quests are ascertained
Mountains stand
Viewing others as one side apart
While silent dreams, become much more
Than gusts of rain
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 3:52 PM UTC
Mountains stand, yet only view, others as gusts of rain
Yet a dream stands there in silence
Even in this time our hearts can ascertain
It is here we can find our balance
There are footsteps seeking out tomorrow’s fountains
Shining golden in their quest
That look up into the faces of these mountains
With silent dreams which never rest
To return to their homes, there is never any thought
When they see the gentle leaving of day
Feather across the peaks, when the eve is sought
Taking one more step along the way
There is blood on the sandals and gold in the hearts
Of the dreamers who quests are ascertained
Mountains stand
Viewing others as one side apart
While silent dreams, become much more
Than gusts of rain
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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