I have seen the peaks

I have seen the peaks Majestic mountains Flaunting themselves Before a diminutive sun Watched a shadow Snare the radiance of light Stood before a Cathedral Surrounded by truth’s beggars Touched the hand of an infant Reaching out in wonder Felt the sting Of doubt’s lash The soothing balm Of hope Listened to the murmurings Of monotony’s metaphor Heard the herald Of the hounds The baying Of baleful bastards I have caressed A soulless sunrise Bedded down A morose moon Argued With the stars In the emptiness Of a moment