The Mountain, by Owen Grace

 

Rhythmic rolling highway strolling navel gazing again

Drawn to the mountain  a Bee to a blossom

That peaks its head through the haze

 

 

Step off the blacktop, dust of your shoes, turn to the Titan once more

Forsake all your treasures,fly away to the crest

Sit on the capstone and wrestle with fate

 

Wait in stillness for morning to come

For sun on the spines of tall needle pines

For the fog in the valley to go

 

Sunrise glowing, life renewing , mist burning away

Horizon expanding,  visions exploding

Touch anew the lights’ golden kiss.

 

 

Faith returning, soul redeeming, joy abiding my way

Fear has faded, dark dogs’ lifted,

Found a peace , from the dark. in the light

 

So Wait in stillness for morning to come

For Sun on the spines of the tall needle pines

For the fog in the valley to go

Fog in the valley

The Valley the fog

For the fog in the valley to go

- Owen Grace