Thursday, December 15, 2011


A mountain climber

soaring upward towards

the snow capped clouds.

Breaths short, clear

weaving in and out through

pines and birch

etching his way tediously,


perfectly painting his way.

Flickers of sunlight,

birds flying freely

gliding beyond his reach

avoiding all man's habits.

Night befall and climber

sleeps beneath a living tree.


cry matefully into the night, and

dew drops sprinkling his

sandy balding hair.

Again besieged by the top,

so clear

in the new day.

Finally climber ascends to the top

and without falter

finds his dream and fresh

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