by Elliot Siemon

Created on: August 03, 2009

Peaks

Rivers of hope cascade mountains of dreams,
Glaciers of tears fill valleys so deep,
My eyes tear to where the ghostly peak gleams,
Praying only from where hearts may leap.

Heaven for the condor, hell for the lamb,
Rarified dreams above Earth's sharp swells,
High holy temples for eagles and ram,
Listen... soliloquies of angels.

Where crystal peaks kiss the wild blue yonder,
Unearthly, cold, forbidding and bare,
Leaving (only) your meditations to wander,
And for no other reason: it's there...

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