(a travelogue cont...)
Waiting for summer
just outside the tallest
mountain’s door
Where the emerald vale
streams spring glacial-grey
river waters,
west into the setting
midnight sun
Another resplendent day’s
paling whisper set free
in an unseen blink
and an unheard sigh
In these unwonted moments
eyes rise up to touch
the beckoning sky
like a bug drawn
to the light
Upward over
highest mountain's skies
abides everything
worth rising for
It's so rare
in this fleeting life,
when a dream
for a moment
comes true ―
you come to understand
how deep is silence
and ...
it doesn’t really matter
when there’re no words
harlon rivers
June 9th. 2018
11:55 pm Denali sunset ...
"don't dream it's over"
Notes: typed live on a laptop as i clumsily trip on my own fingers trying to look into the western horizon after midnight. A big step away from a spiral and pen in hand, not to mention my abacus education and a 20,300 foot mountain peak (6200 m) ... it's got rough edges without edit but so do i...thanks for taking a look through the words