Come to my Hills
Come to my hills.
Come with me in a dream; You’ll not remember. My lonely power extends through every singing fibre of the wind. See, out of the mist swim mountains towards my fingers. Out of the shadow of clouds come lakes! Facing the vastness, watch me summon the wind. It will blow through your heart and mine till my eyes are seeing crystals and you are stilled by the springing ice in your blood. There is no horizon. To the white edge of time I have brought you to know what I know of the wide power that quickens the world. Take it, take it and keep it. The darkness comes softly between us from the forgotten valleys, bringing stars. There is no light anywhere; you will not remember. But here in the stillness of night you have known the power, you have lifted the wheel of heaven that lies in my arm; you have touched the skin of God, and looked at me. Long out of your dream, you shall look at me so again, one day, in a room; pause, sensing the reason ... ... and not remember. |