Lonely O’er the Mountain
Lonely o’er the mountain roaming,
Daylight feeble in the gloaming,
Blue the hue of heaven doming,
All the wilderness below.
Still and silent waters spreading,
Flowers in procession threading,
As I wander mournful treading,
Underneath the stars aglow.
Lost again in introspection,
Lost to see a new direction,
Misery in interjection,
Tragedies and loss to sow.
Only to the stillness fleeing,
Do I resurrect my being,
Hope in glimmers somehow seeing,
Through the travesties of woe.
Silence is the voice that calls me,
Nature giving bliss enthralls me,
Even as my fate befalls me,
With its cataclysmic show.
Birds in congregation woo me,
Even with the torment through me,
Wrathfulness that would undo me,
Hellish tides and undertow.
Lost within the forest dreaming,
With Orion’s body gleaming,
Destitute but hopeful seeming,
Jetsam in the cosmic flow…
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