The First Time I Saw the Rocky Mountains

Once, I was standing at the foot of the mountain

 watching its shadowy protrusions stretching 

 speaking to my senses like brand new languages  

 holding light and colors in its' shadowy crevices,

  and the sky was so radiant and blue  

  that it seem to wake my spirit to feel brand new

 And I was not a love struck novice with virgin eyes;    

though this place seemed so impossible; I tell no lies 

 For  I had seen the sun set in golden hues before me

beheld the rage and beauty of the blue Sargasso sea      

still, I felt a certain awe inspiring presence there; 

 no other place had ever made me feel like that before