This mountain
Stone beyond war
Enduring stone
At its foothills I live
I plait thread for lace making
Winding it in spools
Filigreed designs I’ve yet to wear
Evenings I gaze at the summit
Slowly it melds with night indigo
Such hours I long to hear your voice:
a vine fragrant
beads of waterfall upon the parched
dappled river gleam,
tapestry of mosses
I hear tales
wild things nurtured in your solitude
a unicorn roaming sleepless
And I rest quiet upon the unknown.
dappled river gleam,
tapestry of mosses
I hear tales
wild things nurtured in your solitude
a unicorn roaming sleepless
And I rest quiet upon the unknown.
Ana Kyriou
13 September 2017
