Sunday, January 11, 2009

Poem: Myself (please comment)

Today I am
the sacred peaks,
the melting snow,
a sparkling stream
at which you kneel and drink.
I am the breathing forest
and the empty corrie.
Touch me,
like clouds
touch the mountains.
Dance with me,
like wind whips
waves to rise
in mountain peaks.
Intone your poems
on the wind
that silences the waves
in pure and endless dance.