D. Anthony Regan Poet Rhyme

The old mountain

The wind once whispered,
Some old secret at my toes,
As I danced beyond a human peep,
Inside the dew drop of a rose,
Climbing like that softly,
With a head that wanted home,
And a heart that spoke in rhythm,
Of a time when earth was bone,
The melon sun quenched me
Rising fleshless through the breeze,
As a hundred trumpets bent the limbs
Of a billion frightened trees,
Behold, 
I've past here to frequent the natural book,
Where blood is written on the skin,
And no solemn eye can look.
I'm home father, 
Come and see,
I'll show you once my only face,
And I'll leave the old mountain crumble,
Past time,
Past voice,
Past space.

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Beata Agustin November 18, 2025 at 5:30 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.