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in a theatre of wild dreams

Contributed by cashfan1 on Friday, 21st May 2010 @ 11:53:41 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry



Good morning mountains! I greet them like a trusted friend
And in return they embrace me in their vastness.
I hear the sweet music of the stream, a string quartet set out on the rocks
Playing in the first notes of the day.
As I approach, the water pauses to let in my reflection,
Then tumbles away again, diamond rippled in the gathering light.
Above the last stars are draining the sky of darkness
And at a point where the path enters the hushed valley,
Out of the gloom a fox appears.
Red brush errect, body trembling, nostrils tuned to the breeze,
We exchange glances and in that brief moment I see the true freedom of the wild.
Then the sky blinks and the fox is gone,
A moment lost, a memory gained in this theatre of wild dreams.

As I enter the valley floor the last dregs of darkness empty the sky
And where the stream cuts through the declining meadow
The tree line is smudged black by the mocking crows.
And then in a dip the old house emerges, whitewashed walls
Proud and defient in the face of the passing years
Then across the lightening sky the mountains finally emerge,
Pastral shades and majestic they rise out of the cloud,
Their peaks rocky sharp against the horizon
That lets in light at the worlds begining.




Copyright © cashfan1 ... [ 2010-05-21 11:53:41]
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Re: in a theatre of wild dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by iodinelove on Friday, 21st May 2010 @ 12:58:03 PM AEST
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Very nice. I love the mountains.

Always, Abraham


Re: in a theatre of wild dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Friday, 21st May 2010 @ 10:51:50 PM AEST
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Taken me there with every tiny detail well written




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