People in their houses, please awake and wander out,
The mountains are walking to the sea.
Fall to your knees, oh, fall to your knees.
The mountains are moving with vigour unexpected
To the borders of its land.
It has contemplated jeopardy, to leap ever so gracefully,
And dance with the sun, for the flames held no heat
For his saddened rocky shell,
Before falling into the swirling arms, that, to receive him,
Were held out by the sea, to be drowned without agony,
Visiting her very depths, trying to spy
THe deepest secrets in her sunless beds, but spotting only tombs
Half lit to warn the forward marcher
Of demands that most could never satisfy.
The mountains did dream of reaching deep within
To search for that hidden cave inside,
Whose entrance was bound,
By rocks old and sound,
When as a child, an earthquake had stolen his dreams.
But presently older, and very much bolder,
They protect and follow their dream,
To proclaim to the world, in their bouldery voice,
Their choice.
He heads to the shore with steps that shook
The universe around him.
He looks to the sea, his eyes stinging as she threw
The sun's rays at him with a glint in her skin.
He prepares to leap as shore approaches,
To dance, as planned, with the sun up high,
When a question freezes him in mid-action:
A question thrown from deep within him,
That said, but I have not learnt to swim.
1 comment:
nice. very nice. i like.
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