upside a mountain
the wind fights with the stillness
and a cloud waterfall forms
the knot of a sunken ship
made stronger by the salted sea
gently to and fro, my heart escapes
and in the quickening bough
and upon the narrowing mead
and amonst the tallest canopy
my heart escapes, and soars
an eagle wrestled with its mate
diving down in ecstacy
the slowly drying coat of sunset
and dew drops in december
my heart escapes, and lingers
