The Blue Mountain by Stephen Jarrell Williams

My tears burn
from letting it out

I weez and cough

escaping back into the mountain

trees and streams in the far view

away from the choke of cities

collecting myself and deep breathing

in the secret places once unknown

their caves of ivory walls painted by hand

and floors of thick moss

green shimmering

fresh as heaven in the beginning

how I refound this in my childhood

memories 

coming back to me

in these days of distress

walking in awe through the tunnels

and vaulted ceilings

masterful paintings on the walls

and every slab of stone and walkway

monuments to the dead

fathers and mothers

of seed and flowers

this secret place

that in telling you

I've opened a possible

gate to destruction

for everyone that follows and finds

The treasures and haunting of

The Blue Mountain.

Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write poems and paint works of art at night with lightning bolts!  (Always wearing rubber gloves!)  He can be found on Twitter @papapoet