My eyes probe the mist where it clings to to mountains.
The mountains who stand tall and strong
Who grow darker as they rise Shadows.
They're pitted against the sharp vibrant sky
That surrounds them, vast, blue, mysterious.
I linger over the glassy river surface
That reflects the cotton clouds
And the dark, haunting mountains
And their huge blue groundskeeper
The river winds and winds,
A great thriving knot,
Untanglable.
That sinks and weaves
And swims
Level with the earth
Equal in grandness
Acts as home to all
All who breath air
All who drink and sleep.
Those who gaze up at towers of green
When the sun is high and summer abroad
They chatter and gather and hunt
They roll in beds of fuzzy moss
Growing, growing,
To give life to others
To leave when it's time
I reach, I stretch
My fingers strain
To go there
To escape
So close, so close
My hands hit the glass.
The **** jumps the frame.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
My eyes probe the mist where it clings to to mountains.
The mountains who stand tall and strong
Who grow darker as they rise Shadows.
They're pitted against the sharp vibrant sky
That surrounds them, vast, blue, mysterious.
I linger over the glassy river surface
That reflects the cotton clouds
And the dark, haunting mountains
And their huge blue groundskeeper
The river winds and winds,
A great thriving knot,
Untanglable.
That sinks and weaves
And swims
Level with the earth
Equal in grandness
Acts as home to all
All who breath air
All who drink and sleep.
Those who gaze up at towers of green
When the sun is high and summer abroad
They chatter and gather and hunt
They roll in beds of fuzzy moss
Growing, growing,
To give life to others
To leave when it's time
I reach, I stretch
My fingers strain
To go there
To escape
So close, so close
My hands hit the glass.
The **** jumps the frame.
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