The Voice of the Mountain

           Deep solemn voices speak from within
 
             Falling snow in the dead of night
 
            Like the grand emperor of solitude
 
         Alone humming, cooing -- singing his song
 
                            ...Om...
 
         Profound silence in a gesture of grandeur
 
   Icy peaks, frost bitten slopes and fierce bitter winds
 
                   Chilling the very soul
 
             Harder then stone, colder then ice
 
                 The mountain sings its song
 
  From high atop the mountain’s peak he peers out down below
 
                From a solid base I see his face
 
                   A mask of ice and snow






Written and published by A Nameless Traveler  A.K.A.  -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan