Monday, April 2, 2012

Here on the Mountain Face

Can the ever green pine
Find love in the cloud's face
Can the needles softly murmur
Within the fog's embrace
Can the proud standing tree
Touch the tenant of heaven's vaults
Can the needles softly glisten
As the mist cries to its calls
No, surely this cannot be
The mountain top is far too lonely
Love cannot blossom here
The cloud now crying only
No love's safe haven here
This is too cold of a place
The pine and the cloud together,
Alone on the mountain's face.

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