And you asked me what it is I seek up in these mountains
I said I am become the landscape and in some pathetic fallacy,
the sent of midnight sun
The song of stars
The far flung of sky
the endless soft falling
Of the leaves
These things I am and inner see and am no longer me
But a dream in
Frozen midnight time where
Moon in silent light shines
Aghast into the high night.
Sliding down to kiss the cheek of rolling flesh horizons
while far below in their homes soft snore people roll and doze and sink among puffed cloud pillows blissfully unconscious
I tip toe awake on the high bluff
hear the owls haunting and his doom call. Far off
the orange town lights neckless the mountains bulk
And trace out dreaming houses and winding streets.
A distant dog barks
And I m aware
Tense
Sudden
In flight over the edge.
Climbing fast
Into the night
Before the dawn mist glides
And the slow bleaching watery light
Illumes the world and I awake again, facing it.
