'#$%- Top Line and Mountains' Reach A duet   POETRY FICTION ART HOME

Poems  by Sea and Moonlight A Smile I have a SEED Somewhere within I am Hugo Letter to My Brother Frank Dictation for a Dictator An Open Door; Heed It Toast to You Gleaming Eyes Said Ken to Me Count to Satan Loneliness Reflective Voyage Pick up the Pail Death Today Quick Life Old Man's Whistle God Is: Each Season As If Infinity One Hears the Tune Have I forgotten Jesus? Signed to my Sister Brain Damage Church Description Den Death in a Jungle Ten Lines Nature's Law It's Still Sad The Flea Tree Gain or Lose Going Away from Here Nightmare Talking about People Towns and their People Dear, Dear, Dearest Population Top Line Mountains Reach Upon these Grounds A Ship? Let the Timbers Shake Wladyshaw Winds of Fate Sweet Young Girl Fingers of Nature The Lord Spoke The Celtic Told Me Mary Poem to Pat A Free Man Poem

Top Line I awoke to my confusion. Nature shook, not at all. I looked into delusion. People saw not at all. Mountains' Reach Mountains reach up for forever. Valleys haven't heeded the call. But mountains see it never but valleys are never tall. "It's our fate!" cried the jungles. "There is no fate," said the wind. The added a voice to the rubble, "Lost is the loser until he wins." How the mountains died to hear it. How the valleys heard it all. But then mountains never do sit. Valleys are below all calls. The tides, they roam forever. Clouds they glitter, then are gone. Oceans are tamed by weather. Skies form weather, then are gone. The tides, they reach forever pulling land's soil into their claws Reaching their goal not ever, falling always to the ocean's floor. Earth awaoke to a confusion. Nature shook, not at all. I looked into delusion. People saw not at all. So, Mary, kiss my right cheek, touch my hairline and move on. Many mountains have become meek but the tides fight before they're gone.