Dreams at the Mountains (Poem)
by Tim Kavi
Oh the flowing mountains
are pretty to look at
but they meet me at the sea of my birth!
Where I return to find
my way again and again,
where dashed at the cliffs of despair
sometimes my dreams seem misbegotten
but You my fellow travelers
must breach
that beach head
be ready to climb again
to the highest heights
until a new song is there!
Once there
is what I long for
that keeps me climbing;
to what I long for
the audience
I wrote this song for
who fully understand
there is no hope
that should be forgotten!
for until you gather
under your wings
your heavenly dreams
until the rumbling seas
rescind
comprehend
the meaning full existence
until the last dream
takes hold
my friends
wax bold!
wax bold!
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