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Misty Mountain

Mountains & Deserts: Rivers In-Between

By SchmalzPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

I was atop a lofty mountain

Thought I’d stop and listen for awhile

Just let time go drifting by

I heard the bluebirds sing

I heard the babbling of a stream

I heard the sun sinking low

The passage of time getting into my flow

When I heard someone calling out to me

Then the mist of the mountain set in

And dusk was about to begin

I went searching down a stream

Like a fool who just learned to dream

Through a murky forest I’d never seen

Chasing some voice in the wind

Calling to me from everywhere I’d been

Fog was setting and moonshine drifting in

The light of a beam shone down before me

Like some form of old mythology

I sat there and basked in her glory

With the starlight shining in her eyes

I laid down beside the river

And where I laid down I cried

surreal poetry

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Welcome to my page! I am a writer whose interests are vast and believes in the art of the word. In my writing you will find Non-Fiction, Fiction, and poetry in pursuit of the value of language.

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