Scarlet Dawn
Across the mountain far
Pastures hidden from thy sight,
Upon the highest meadow
That glorious place unknown;
Gnarled roots everstretching
From ancient restless trees
Entwined in spiralling, deathless lichen
Welcome, fall of dawn!
Most coy element of the sky
Obscured by these branches
Shade and solace,
Beneath these outstretched arms
That never complain, never do they hear
One or more an infatuated lover
Speak their words of woe or passion
And smile.
Carpeting the timeweathered path
Empty patterns in the dirt
Rays of dusk sunlight,
Escaping the clouds’ oppression
And beset the fields of green delight,
An ancient place stands the test of time.
Behind that mosscovered gate
Gothic forged handle
Fertile silt damp always
Obscured from sight, forgotten
Fluid but never changing
An ancient place stands the test of time
And form the beauty of the day.
Sometimes,
Just sometimes,
As the tranquillity encompasses you,
You can hear the voices speak
Omnipresent
Showering you with comfort.
This is your home, they would say
And those infatuated lovers
Would speak their minds of woe and passion.
As night would come,
So the sky would become
Velvet silk entwined in cerulean
Swirls of scarlet would join
And form the beauty of the night.
Once,
Just once,
I would put aside the world
And reply to those voices
Who speak clearer than
The ponds of Purity.
Benevolent, comforting
Always.
Forever,
No less than forever,
Will this place remain esoteric
Bearing the wisdom
And growth of spirituality
Found nowhere else.
One day,
One most precious to me,
May accompany my journey
To share these rare gifts and beauties
Of a land atop the distant mountain
And form the beauty of perseverance
Always.
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