Where the mist hangs low

ERASMUS BARANIAK

Through the mist, awakened, seeing but in part
Like a frozen song the mountains stand, solemn
Bowing only to mystic valleys way,way below
Where the rivers run deep,and they run wild. 

Here Handel's harpsichord or Haydn's strings
Would tune a heart to deepest primal longings
And Bach's undulating tempo finds form and shape
In warm stirring sonnets of cold grey mountain lair. 

In the distance, where the air is crisp and clear
Where the mist hangs low and still, rise tempest tune
Every note, fret'n bar defined in strained suspense
Like a sharp cresendo, the pressure too much to bear. 

The mind rebels- at that moment, resolution arrives!
Swift and abrupt, like warm mid September rains
Fear and faith coalesce to reveal the naked heart
Like an ancient sentry at dawn's gate, truth stands. 

The suns fiery arrows flung, the trees clapt'n danc't
Lifting hazy curtains hanging low in shaded air
Rambling rivers rocks rills'n ravines now revealed
Gradually becoming one,intermeshed before the eye. 

If truth be sung from passion's loftiest heights,then
We, the music, and the caressing hand that play'd it
To richest harmony- ever wooing sweetest vibrations
Casting furtive hearts to gladly burn in hade's fires. 

Lo! silent fenceposts proclaim life's unclad brittleness
Yet,ever racing thru-time, chance,beauty and mystery
One knows tis better; race and dance on cold grey days
Than to wistfully walk thru sunshine ever wondering.

Comments

[Michael Dom]

"Like a frozen song the mountain stand" - wow!

Some very moving lines in this poem Erasmus.

There's certainly a lot of zen in the mountains.

[Erasmus Baraniak]

KJ - Correction, that is an Erasmus Baraniak Original, not Emmanuel, although you are indeed correct in some respects -God is with us, not just with me.
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Apologies, Erasmus, the confusion was all in my mind! - KJ