Came a Cold Mountain

Quietly now, my serenading sky you to me are! almost radiant and high, facing the light be about your plants of green your strewn paths and needles let rays tend the weeds that harbour gainst your hand and trowel deep each foot that steps they live as do I mountains waiting ire I watch and yearn the uprooting the dislocation, the cast away, each fibre stretched against the cotton and the curl of sweat separates... Ventures a rivulet down your back, you are the mystery my love Knelt neath the shading of time bowed, from the unforgiving branch, how do I see you so a dance to the music in my heart a dance that wealds the tilling grasp, the pain I feel , is white peaks screaming curling to kiss the clouds each bead pours from your diamonds stream and settles on the rock catching sunlight on your nape, a nape I've kissed a thousand times I live a'neath the bowing branch, allowed my wallow time in shadows looking down timeless tunes a humming little inconsequential notions swept back, brushed away a remembered time when ledges cowered, in rockbeds so dry of love like strangled flowers that grow untended, like lies reflecting summer sunsets under the mountains of your unforgiving eyes...