A real place constant in my mind's vision.....
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 OLD
THE VICISSITUDES OF MY VIEW
SLOWLY CHANGE INTO VEILS OF VIOLETS
AND SOFT BLUE HUES
THE FROTH OF THE DAY ELOPES
INTO A 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 THE VALE
I HEAR MY SPIRIT
I HEAR NATURE'S WHISPERS
IN NOCTURNAL
HARMONY
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 THE MOUNTAINTOP
SEEKING ZION'S GATE
BY Clara Mae Gregory
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-09-07 at 02:23
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The Mountaintop Is Mine [version 2]
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 OLD
THE VICISSITUDES OF MY VIEW
SLOWLY CHANGE INTO VEILS OF VIOLETS
AND SOFT BLUE HUES
THE FROTH OF THE DAY ELOPES
INTO A 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 THE VALE
I HEAR MY SPIRIT
I HEAR NATURE'S WHISPERS
IN NOCTURNAL
HARMONY
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 THE MOUNTAINTOP
SEEKING ZION'S GATE
BY Clara Mae Gregory
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-09-07 at 02:23
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