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.
A Journey Called Life ... 
4 responses to “I dream of a mountain”
Poignant and brings so many meanings. Always a treat to read your poems.
Always happy to find you in the ‘sphere. Thank you so much:)
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.
So glad to hear that. Too many words ruin everything right? Thank you very much for the visit. 🙂