They lay one upon the other like camels sleeping,
Intertwined, they drape the roads I travel.
They are giant mountain dragons with their wrinkled
backs
Lined with fur like fir trees and ever green.
They seek admiration lying there in the morning mist.
My heart soars like the hawk on watch.
I am in love with their peaceful waiting.
Ancient mounds that surround my life with beauty.
Oh, silent magicians, will you work your spell on me
today?
Will you weave my heart into your cloth of browns
and gold?
Will you teach me your ancient songs of war and peace?
And will you hide me in your arms when night comes?
You are my magic mountain dragons full of fierce beauty.
You are there to tell me your stories that will expand
my life.
You sit patiently for me to come and sit at your feet
and listen.
And you teach me how to be like you. Grand and
strong.
10/23/99 ©PJ
