Sometimes in the calmness of a dim light I dream of a mountain,
I climb to its gray old peak, I descend on its rocky road,
slowly, using all my free time on the way.
On the art book the bright red flat line goes for a peaceful death,
resembling my life, no urgency, and making space for forgiveness.
Not too many words please.
Just July, a short night, a full moon, a sky with embroidered stars.
I hear the pine trees playing with the wind, their beating hearts
singing soothing songs to my elite sleepless mind.
Somewhere someone is kissing a crying soul.
Someone is walking a night without shoes,
while someone is saving pretty shoes for a night.
Up and down, up and down this life goes.
In dull hangover of waiting I have eaten my words for the poem.
The mountain is waking up for another orange sunrise.
I have to cut the dream, pack up, and ramble my way to morning.
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It’s been a while and I am back. Well Almost. The whole story will be up in the next post.
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A Journey Called Life ... 
Always happy to find you in the ‘sphere. Thank you so much:)
So glad to hear that. Too many words ruin everything right? Thank you very much for the visit. 🙂
Poignant and brings so many meanings. Always a treat to read your poems.
I just loved these lines:
Not too many words please.
Just July, a short night, a full moon, a sky with embroidered stars.
But the whole poem painted such an emotional picture, totally drew me in.