Black Stone + Edge

I know of a mountain
Sharp ridged and icy
peaked
Sky climbing....to spear the
clouds
Though I know not of where
Its high top is found
I know of its middle
Of its black stone and edge
Of the crumbling thunder
That is found on each ledge
And I know of its softness
Or where a wild flower
grows
I know all its soft spots
Of its heat and its cold
I roam on its baseline
Where the sharp brambles
breathe
I am one with its shadow
With its trees and soft
leaves
It is sometimes for sunshine
Then sometimes for rain
I know of its secrets, all its
crag and its pain
I climb and I fall
Then I climb high again
There is no other place, I
can rule or can reign
This mountain is mine
And it's name is my soul
This soft rugged place
That I know well as home
M P 25/4/22

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Comments
love those mountains and this poem!............................................................Jim
Thankyou Jim...so sorry for late reply x
You are too good for words....this is friggin' divine love!!.......big smiles......T xo : )
Hey Tony...thankyou! sorry for late reply x
Marion, thoroughly enjoyed reading this and simply thank you for sharing the inner journey and the scenery.
Shaun. x.
Hey Shaun...love to see you back...thankyou x