My head is resting on the fog
that cushions Pillow Mountain.
My eyes are streaming waterfalls,
flowing like a fountain.
This misty dream, it seems
was but illusion, fleeting;
A second saved within a lifetime
on a random meeting.
The silken mist embraces you:
my feet are bound by clay.
The coldness of the Earth you left
binds me day by day.
Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 8:22 PM UTC
My head is resting on the fog
that cushions Pillow Mountain.
My eyes are streaming waterfalls,
flowing like a fountain.
This misty dream, it seems
was but illusion, fleeting;
A second saved within a lifetime
on a random meeting.
The silken mist embraces you:
my feet are bound by clay.
The coldness of the Earth you left
binds me day by day.
21012023
https://allpoetry.com/poem/12591350-pillow-mountain-by-WolfSpirit-noguest
I can't write for you. It all falls short.
Lost.
©Winnie Carolina
