On top of Mountains & Underneath Skies

I feel the fire breathe within my mountain,
I can see your blue & green heavenly lights dance high in the sky,
darling, we'll bask in the glow of our love's flame -
       burn blue-red and deep,
  catching embers within ablaze,
  oh how it will grow & smoke,
this love within the mountains & sky.

Watch as the spring nights clear - rain & cloudy sun free for
  our forest green & blood moon - love.
Oh how our skies will cry tears of ice & fiery shooting stars,
Our love billed in shimmering lights amongst eternal heavenly flames.

Do you feel your fire breathe within your lungs,
       do you see the beauty of your being in the mirrors in the sky?
Do you feel the feel of our heat upon our earths skin,
       do you see the flames on the mountain,
       do you feel the night breeze on your skin,
Do you know our love in the night?

This Place

No, this isn't the country of new adventures, this
old country isn't the land of listlessness -
this is the country of peace,
of Quiet. of Silence.

This is the country of the flat flatlands - only
to be disturbed by fresh hills of rooted
vegetables of potatoes.

This is the country of backyard country-home
seances with the spirits of nature and relaxation.

This place is tuned to the hum of the tractor at
three in the afternoon.

This place is tuned to the hymn of the sun-birds
chirping in defiance of the night.

This place is the sunset at 6:37 in the afternoon
as the sun is beginning the orange-red fiery
descent of the stairs of the sky into the moon and
stars strewn-blanket of night.

This is the breath of enjoyment as the spring
breeze and the chill in the air nip at my fingers
under the shade of the spruce and pine trees.

No, this place, this country is not my birth
place, nor is it my final home, but this place,
this 6:37-in-the-afternoon-place, this is where

I've grown up.