They lie there, a cold and pristine sanctuary, where lakes hide inside the hollow spaces beneath the peaks. My eyes dwell there but can't see the hidden things around the corners or beyond. On ridge or top the details are known to those who venture off the trails. When summer returns the colors of meadow flowers, of shrubbery and trees, shall once again paint the scenery there. And I imagine I'll be also upon the alpine carpet and talus slopes, gathering height to see further and beyond what I've seen today. So I find a way to travel, to know and feel, what new glory waits inside the Mountains of Reverie.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
The Mountains of Reveries
They lie there, a cold and pristine sanctuary, where lakes hide inside the hollow spaces beneath the peaks. My eyes dwell there but can't see the hidden things around the corners or beyond. On ridge or top the details are known to those who venture off the trails. When summer returns the colors of meadow flowers, of shrubbery and trees, shall once again paint the scenery there. And I imagine I'll be also upon the alpine carpet and talus slopes, gathering height to see further and beyond what I've seen today. So I find a way to travel, to know and feel, what new glory waits inside the Mountains of Reverie.
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