by Mike Monroe
wild flower fields of yellow and blue
sprinkled over mountains like colorful spices
or a quilt of peaceful radiance
glowing in the springtime sunlight
and a softly rolling spring
curls down the flowery mountainside
down to evergreen forests
and seas of grass blades wavering in the breeze
that blows softly towards a crystal river
flowing through a sheltered valley
beneath goliath mountains standing guard
against the harsh weather of the coastline
double peaks stand tall towards the sun
which shines with fiery exuberance
in the bright azure eternal sky
hot burning red light fire
pushing passion through the wild
scorching sandstone
blazing the sky bright with energy
from the heavens of holy darkness
ecstasy light and abysmal black fire
orgasmal flames on the threshold of consciousness
daggers of water fall from storm clouds
grey and black in the blurry sky
thunder cracks
lightning slashes
a sword of eclectricity slicing the sky
rain pelts stone
slapping creatures running for shelter
flooding the riverbed
filling the orifice
wet rain dripping down slick rock sides
the sky is crying
the fire is dying
snow falls slowly
covering the mountain with a cold pale blanket
the tears of rain have frozen
the river has frozen
the lakes have frozen
a chilling wind howls through the valley
the wail of loss
of springtime splendor
the trees lose their leaves
sputtering through the wind
like brown flakes of life falling
to the hard dead ground
a dark cavern leads through the side of the mountain
black nothing
moaning darkness
pale insects scurry along grey stone
and bats squeak for the way out into the night
an undisturbed lake lies deep underground
where nothing could live but death
a lonely room of rock
cold grey walls
still air and dry dusty ground
scattered white bones
silence
the ceiling would cry if it had tears
empty
dormant
bleeding fear
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