Poems About Mountains by Top Critiquers

What do the stars mean?

Absolute realization of one's aliveness. 
The wind is a cool silver stream
She could stand still and live the pinnacle of happiness.

But up ahead, he is the ocean,
Can she, just once, dive off the moon
and jump into him,
his entirety
which surely would welcome her 
with ecstasy, not obstacles?

Alive, alive, alive
The silver wind blows
The midnight mountain is a treadmill
They walk without concern

A rustle in the trees
Piqued curiosity meets opportunity
...

A soft canopy of cumulus clouds
lazily skimming past the summit,
leaving behind trails of light pecks,
gently caressing the mountain's crest.
An embrace in a cloak of fog
to shield it from the sunlight,
and sprinkles of drizzle
to soothe its thirsty soil.

On the other side of dreams
Mountains are streams of blue

Beneath villages of lace and stone
Bracken breaks thru’ burial earth

Low tide of memory fails to breach
Spaces and places I could have called home

Others see ghost of Owain Glwyndwr
Dying on his charger for Pride and Nation

I merely see a stranger on the brow
of a blue hill the locals name ‘beloved’
And I don’t even know her name

Cascading cream sits at the center of your vanilla spine.
My view, reminiscent of those, atop snow capped alpines.
Sweat falls, like raindrops, at the small of your back;
Riding, & sliding, gliding into black.

Our swaying shifts to a much slower cadence.
Leaving me to bask, in all your subdued radiance.
Now, slowly comes, the squeezing & easing out of.
So pleasing though the teasing, & being immersed, so deep inside your love.

The leftovers melt, onto us, like drift, after the snow.
So hard holding on, but even...