How the mountains rise
Immortal and stoic
they do not heave heavy
they rise into the mists of time
an ethereal shawl
that floats, swirls, rises and falls
on the whims of the weather
I, a being on a fragment of time
stare up in wonder as the wind whips rain
cold as steel upon my face
I am more alive here in this wild
weather,
looking into this world I will never feel again
hearing the echoes of history raging like the water
racing down over war weary rock into the rivers
that flow through the lowlands
all those ghosts, their voices lost to the highlands
as cars carve new noise in your valleys
I see you, immortal soul of this land, you live
I hear your heart on the wind, and when the fragments
of us are blown to the sea, you will still stand
high, mighty, maybe just as you are, or maybe dust covered
and all the while our ghosts will howl on the winds
mere echoes of the fall of man
© Dianne Gardner 2024
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What a lovely description! I especially loved
”they do not heave heavy
they rise into the mists of time”
Thank you very much 🙂
That last line – yes! But also the idea that mountains rise without heaving heavy.
Thank you very much 🙂
Very welcome 🙂
‘a being on a fragment of time’ – what a fabulous line, and how you connected it later ‘when the fragments / of us are blown to the sea’