Reader in the Mountains

On a mound atop a sandy land Away from the eyes of the crows A Nomad sat, huddled in a shawl And held a gentle fire close Crackling embers incandescent Like a throbbing heart they burnt The impassioned wood illuminated As its splinters turned to soot He wrapped his shawl tighter The chill freezing his toes While the clement fire simpered At the unhurried balmy smoke The tenor of the flames The tinder snapping its fingers The tender warmth lost amidst The waltz of the smoke and timber Wanting more fever, the Nomad Encaged the pyre in glass The unheeding careless flutter Once agog, now aghast The chunk of wood suffocating Embers ruined to ash The flames banging the walls around A peal, a thunder, a clash Indignant, she sputtered As the pilgrim warmed his hands She bellowed across the prison Her wail dispersed on the sands The man sat indifferent As the delicate cage shivered It fractured, split, exploded The in...

I'm not a fighter I don't want to claim lands or lives I don't want to win or break records When fighting seems like a business When being a warrior is utmost glory I just want to be a climber To sit on mountaintops And blow away all worries in the mist I just want to be a singer To croon the lyrics of my favourite song And not have a care in the world I just want to write songs That speak my heart's desire That get tied to the wind about me And travel the world around I just want to fly with my songs And feel the breeze on my face Tumble around with the prose Roll about on the tongues of people Whose lives the tunes have touched I just want to close my eyes And feel my friends holding my hands Hear the laughter of my dear ones And see them warm till the end of lights When the world is brimming with fighters And tales of heroic battles I dream of being an artist Who stopped to smell the flowers For how would that world be where All of...

You stand towering over me Stone and strength, your glory The king of all the mountains The harbinger of my story The ice on your shoulders Hadn't always been a mate The trees, the birds, the steps The love, the grief, the hate It was just you and the wind She ran and flew around you Impossible untamed uncouth She swept her arms around you The empty valley reveling In the dance of the wind As you swayed to your paramour Tapping feet to the strings She moved, she writhed, she blew The violent passion dispersed You melted in her fervor She rose like a tide, you lay immersed You wanted her for your own The empty valley cried You cannot cage wind You bled, you sighed The temptress blew up the sky The whirlwind swooped around You cried, begged, explained She raged on, her anger abound The passion turned to ice You stood alone, silently pledged Turning to stone, immovable now The windswept facade