I was free in the mountains free to weep to stand amongst narcissus or walk upon the snow cradled ice there the mountains sang to me the crystal in their bones gentle there and luminous the boulders and the stones there the sky was glorious the air both fresh and still sitting on the shadowside of grass encrusted hills there I scattered ashes there I held the weight a world stretched out beneath me was clean without a state and I dreamed of nothing nor felt the touch of man the song of starlight glistening all held within my hand poem to the Pyrenees copyright n.g.w 2014
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 18:47:39 +0000
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