On a Windward Dream

On a windward dream
I will make my break,
And glide with an earnest
Song in my heart.
To the mountain's sweet breasts,
And deep within folded gorges,
The beauty that abounds
Lavishes me with its solace.
I am alone within this ether of fulfillment;
All that I see adheres to my juxtaposition,
In terms I alone take cognizance of.
At one with my reverie,
My enjoyment purely self-indulgent;
Until its time does wane,
And I am grounded, once again.


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