On The Mountain

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    On The Mountain

    Here in the winter I watch you from the window
    Toting the wood as the wind blows so cold
    You come in and set the wood by the fire
    I wrap my arms around you your all I desire
    Not a word said as I touch your face
    You look in my eyes as we start to embrace
    This moment by the fire just you and me
    This moment in time is where I want to be

    You lay down beside me on a fluffy pillow
    We hear nothing but owls and weeping willows
    The firelight it shines into your eyes
    In this cabin beneath a moonlit sky
    As you touch me I take a deep breath
    Then I slowly start to get you undressed
    I see that smile your giving me
    and only I know what it really means

    The night seemed like it went on for ever
    I'll never forget our time together
    Here in the cabin surrounded by snow
    Watching the town in the valley below
    Listening to water run from the fountain
    Just you and I here on the top of the mountain









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    dahlusion commented on On The Mountain

    08-21-2010

    "The night seemed like it went on for ever I'll never forget our time together Here in the cabin surrounded by snow Watching the town in the valley below"—this is luscious poetry, all the way through. bravo!! peace and light, dah

    UnworthyFather commented on On The Mountain

    06-12-2009

    Don't sound like he needed any wood for that fire!!! Sometimes the flames of desire are all that we need to start a raging inferno!!! Superb poem. Thanks for sharing.

    castlemist commented on On The Mountain

    05-12-2009

    Nice work...I've been to the mountain top!

    kdarcy commented on On The Mountain

    05-07-2009

    I'm there, good read, thanks

    WordSlinger commented on On The Mountain

    04-01-2009

    Very Beautiful, and touching I like these lines You lay down beside me on a fluffy pillow We hear nothing but owls and weeping willows I gave it a 10

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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