beautif’ly crunchy
each of ten thousand crystals
went out so lightly
so boldly we dare to walk
only delicate eggshells
beautif’ly crunchy
each of ten thousand crystals
went out so lightly
so boldly we dare to walk
only delicate eggshells
On the plane of my bed
I am pegged out for the crows
But in the sky, Ravens wheel
Into threads of cloud
And out again
To soar into the winds
Of the mountain foreslope
Watching the landscape shrink
Just a footprint below –
Beneath my pillow lies a well
Within dark confines
Blackly lie
Calm crystal waters, still
See – snowy mountain peaks
Reflected
As clear as ever
The cold mountain air
Over the peaty landscapes I soar
A twisted tree stands alone
Throwing its shade upon the path
The last of its kind
Before the bare open hills
Where the winds intertwine
With innumerable peaks
13/07/2012