at the Top of a <br />distant MOUNTIAN <br />the sage <br />sat <br /> <br />the north wind was <br />the birds sang <br /> <br />i travled to in hopes of understanding <br />past the talking creek <br />and over the <br />earthen boulders <br /> <br />when i arrived <br />i sat and began to ask my question <br />but before the words arrived <br />I knew. <br /> <br />together we walked <br />down <br />the MOUNTIAN <br />holding hands <br /> <br />http: //www.PoetryByTroy.com<br /><br />Troy Dunn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lemniscus/
