Of Mountain Things
Baptized in the eddies of shimmering creeks
passages are crossed far beyond what's seen
clothes pin dolls donning hand sewn clothes
souls made of papyrus ,hearts carved in oak
mountain folk know things that you'll never know
A few stay forever and others stray for "things"
hymns on gilded meadows -a vow to never leave
the sun offers heartbeat to all wayward beings
but she's a fiery star riding razor bladed dreams
One day she took off down the lower path
a clothes pin doll slipping gently from her hand
fleeing salvation mountain, never looking back
a daisy chain lay where her heart once bled
Another red eyed sunrise, eve taps stiletto black
she's a wingless pigeon cooing for the misty past
at the end of asphalt rainbows, a mirror full of cracks
a million pricks ago the starry dream simply collapsed-
In concrete hearts, there's little shade for peace
from which a mountain soul can gracefully retreat
with a rustle of leaves she's finally called back home
psalms sprinkled over ashen dreams of feral ghosts
mountain folk know things that you'll never know.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2018
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