On the Mountain Top

The sun cast repentant closing day shadows … across the window panes of the Library of Alexandria … the fields of river blessed inundation … the black betwixt amber caught … craving soaks the mud red bank where in desire holds her icy breath … clay clouds bank to the horizon pressing pursed against the plains false claim to be hillsides … merely masking dreams with hope hampering joy … of a sign, a symbol scrawled in Earth … that there is a promise land out out beyond this pale painted hint … open hearts make mauve and rosey pallor petal dreads bleed red … beating brandish strikes at Summer songs that dare rejoices in … on the mountain top.

© 2015 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Right Reserved
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