The Crossing
Posted on September 16th, 2005 in All, Poems
The mountains are calling you brother
Come, they are waiting.
Come, there is a secret waiting.
You must go to the crossing
A child in dream
visits the mountains
converses with bears.
There is no fear.
Voices dance in shadows,
deep below luminous peaks
beneath the candled skies.
Yonder
the little mountain people dance
they dance and glow.
In the dark earth
they weave their cobwebs.
Come, says the the wailing wind.
Written by Nathan Cowlishaw
October 21st, 2005 2:51 pm
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