Mountains

Send us Fan MailMountainsMountains of morning chasing clouds, great chasms, of a deepening September’ sky, the sun blinks behind the dawn, watching, waiting, the season’s changing beneathher beacon eye, and below,far, far below,in the town, the hurry of streets, stretching, awakening, the blinking lights, the first rush of impatient traffic, an old man sits, sleeps, dreams, quietly, upon the bench, outside the church, the tower chiming,time, behind him, hidden,into the morning, echoing throughthe hurry of his years, the memory of yesterdays, the nudge of remembering moments, still, silent, echoing in the emptiness,between the hollow wallsand faceless buildingsthe gathering of shadowsa faltering of sunlighthis time, closingknotting slowly into a fistinto the lastmomentsof his passingof hours.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]