Unbound II

The mountains have been unbound

When they were just born

But too when

The many generations of

Lovers, warriors and farmers

Have walked amongst them

They could but watch and wait

Another day

Another year

Unbound from time

They have sung

A different song

That slumbers in our souls

And takes what we have never really heard aloud

A silent-like lullaby

Of a softness no lover could ever

Dream

Of a sensuous kind

The mountains cracked and gnarled

They have seen the unbound

Walk and fly

Amongst their crags…

Free from the words that could only shadow

Their un-uttered thoughts

They have seen yes.. they have shed their

Hair of trees

And leaves

So many times

And they are so old that they have been

Young once and again

They have not seen their destiny

For they are not the victims

They are not the makers of destiny

But they are the watchers of ours

When we tramp through their lands

And till their valleys

And lie loving again in their dells

Or hide and cry in their shadows

Bringing forth life in their plateaus

Then passing on in the high ways

And they watch

The silent chroniclers of our stories

And our chronicles are unbound

By the boundless mountains