A real place constant in my mind's vision


The Mountaintop is Mine

FOR A MINUSCULE MOMENT OF TIME

THE MOUNTAINTOP IS MINE

THE PETRICHOR
ARISING FROM EARTH'S FLOOR

IS AN AROMA
SOOTHING TO MY CORE

WHILE THE CONEFLOWERS
TEASE THE NOSTRILS

IN BLINDING BLOOMS
OF GOLD

CHERISHED IS THE SOLITUDE

FOR I AM GROWING
QUITE OLD

THE VICISSITUDES OF MY VIEW

SLOWLY CHANGE INTO VEILS OF VIOLETS
AND SOFT BLUES

THE FROTH OF THE DAY ELOPES
INTO THE CANOPY OF STARS

WHERE THE RED MOON
BEAMS DOWN
ONTO THE COLD STONE

PEARLS OF HOPE

UNTIL
THE ANCIENT RAINS PREVAIL

CLEANSING THE
MOUNTAIN AND VALE

I HEAR MY SPIRIT

I HEAR THE WHISPERS

OF NATURE'S NOCTURNAL SOLILOQUY

PRODDING A FUTURE

NOT YET COMPLETE

IN GERMANATION
OF FERTILE DREAMS

OF WHAT COULD BE

FROM WHAT NEVER WAS

THE DISCOVERY OF
GOD'S LOVE

LIFE'S CARNALITY IS ONLY
BUT A MINUSCULE MOMENT

OF

TIME

WHERE SOME SEEK ETERNITY

AND SOME SEEK THE SHRINE

I SEEK TO

INHALE "YAH"
AND EXHALE "WEH"

ON A CREST
OF ZION'S MOUNTAINTOP
LOOKING FOR THE GATE





Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-09-06 at 23:25

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