The mountain
As rain plays tunes across the fields
and thunder leads the band.
Oh nature, such a part of me
my love come take my hand.
While we two walk so slowly
'cross the islands of our dreams.
And leave behind the world of men
dismal, lonely, so full of schemes.
The forests roll down gently
from the mountains' top above.
Come touch me, touch me, come,
take me home my love.
As brooks and streams and rivers
roll downwards to the sea,
so will your love flow far away
returning ever back to me.
For clouds I'll search
whenever my face turns towards the sun.
For with no rain, no river
could forever onward run.
The storm has slowed
peace washes back.
The path is cleared
no longer do we hack
our way through our emotions.
You're there now
wherever that might be.
'Till next time storms roll fierce across.
Your light I'll always see.
No particle of envy, hatred, greed, will we now feel.
There's nothing left to touch you, when touched by one so real.
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Reflections upon snoitcelfeR © Martin C. Davies 1978
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