Mountains

I found freedom one day
it came in at 10,000 feet
high in the mountain peaks.
It held me gently to it's base
and rocked me gently to it's pace
as I stood and pondered.
I was laughing on the outside
and crying on the inside
like a silly infant I stood
in all this mountain glory.
Wanting to render my body and soul
to this dawning moment
cast away I was
caught in the glory.
Encircled by this ressurection of stone mass

Through the years I wept
through the ages I sped past.
This time this moment
I had at last found
those hidden virtues of my childess ways.
As they came forward and spoke
to the mountain.
I looked upward I dreamed
I looked across the wide ocean of rock
and I wandered.
I looked downward
and I compared.
I looked at me
alone.
And I pondered

Though all the rythmns of the human race
cannot ever sway me like that mountain
and it's gentle grace on this day.
In the mountains of the Andeas...

Composed 1976

Mountains of the Andeas