Mountainside
Across the wooded hinterlands,
Young men are dreaming living dreams
Of a new age yawning,
Of a new spring dawning,
Of a personal thawing.
When the comings and goings are
Rivers flowing,
Fools knowing,
Grapevine growing.
When the wind’s blowing
Is some spirit’s exhalation
In blindly beautiful exhilaration,
In blindly blissful excitation.
The fears are years,
And both will pass
In pointless tasks,
In tasseled masks,
In emptied flasks,
In firsts and lasts,
In a torrid flood of untamed laughs.
Each breathless kiss with parted lips
Will never cease to exist,
Each glassy eye that breaks and cries
Will finally know a bit of peace,
Will finally learn how to release.
To accept it, to embrace with grace.
Every firefly will surely die,
Every cicada lives to cry,
And upon every mountainside
There’s rockslides looming,
Thunder booming,
Columbine blooming.
Someday, maybe soon,
This wild son of the foggy night
Lightning bolt bright will bolt upright.
Until that day, then.
“The fears are years, And both will pass In pointless tasks, In tasseled masks, In emptied flasks, In firsts and lasts, In a torrid flood of untamed laughs.” I try to say interesting and varied comments in repliance to your writings. But what can i say. Elegant, thoughtful, mindblowing. Words can’t describe. So I shall just say “mjbluzni” Because real words just dont hack it x
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“Each breathless kiss with parted lips Will never cease to exist, Each glassy eye that breaks and cries Will finally know a bit of peace, Will finally learn how to release. To accept it, to embrace with grace.” Beautiful beyond belief 🙂 Thnx for the note before appreciate it 🙂 xxx
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