Crystal lake
By the green edges
Is a growing line
Which outlines its sparks
In high winding hills
Beyond the ethos
There is its application
Pure white clouds
Drenched in silver silk
Above a red wave of light
Drowning in earth's delight
I throw my words
Eight miles high
And catch the wind in its strength
As mighty horses crash out upon the waves
Of silver wines water
Roaring ice of grace
Above is the tipping towers of high lines
And deep blue powder
Falls like angels
In the drenching water ways
Deep rain in the jungle
Steep green so deep
It holds the world in its power
Complexity of the leaves
Soft wonder of the air
Blue sky mixed in the mystic mist
Deep island of the fair seas
Bury my thoughts under the waves
Put my heart into the oceans kindness
Nature is a home
From which I am
And thus belong
With each of its qualities
Buried in my brain
And my brain is united in it
A steep flowing feeling
As awe strikes the gut
And the winds pile on the stairways
Stairways built in dust
Strike these flowing findings into wonder
Steep hills
And glowing rainbows
Of mountains
So deep and meadows so fine
That the grain of these grounds
Split into a million
And each of its million wings
Becomes a new star
Floating like an island
As islands in the night
Each unto itself
A new masterwork
With glories too profound
For as yet simple humankind
Can now understand.
-EB