mountain's call

Pages turn each by hand
The wisdom drips through time, just as sand
Memories are as rainbows
Colorful with the possibilities of gold.
These are little stories, I have been told.
Once again, the outreaching
Once again, a soulful soul seeking,
Mountains shadow down upon me
Making me see and only to believe
Still, amongst the sunset…
Make your stream’s fertile and wet.
Did I hear you call?
Are your canyons whispering from their walls
Or is it my imagination, all and all.