*mountain Top, Mountain Soul* Poem by Daniel Richards

On the top of a mountain
With cracks at my feet,
Glowing from orange to pink
To blue to green.
Surrounded by ocean, broken up
By land, I stand on this mountain top
A broken hollow shell of a man

On the outside of
A world within, you question
Motives and truths
Before diving in
For the cracks at your feet
Give a glimpse of you soul, but,
An honest reflection can consume you whole

Take a chance, you take a stroll
Into the hidden mysteries and molten gold
The priceless possessions of the human soul
Lapping your new shores
The liquid gold, amazingly accurately
Reflects memories of old

With a crash of thunder a
Sky forms above, enriched with
A thousand constellations, a star
For each rage and love.
Rekindling emotions, you once
Thought lost, one step back a
Slip and a slide, into a stream
Of gold and memories of life

On your back like a dream, you take
A mystical ride on the stream of memories
Below the sky of rage and love, as it
Seamlessly completely replays your life.
Through the pain the glory and the love…
The wrongs, errors and mistrust, but,
Endless is the stream and continuous the flow,
A ravaging entry to the human soul.

You witness the stoking of you desires,
The good and bad seeding of your errors.
All the while you adjust, surroundings fade away and
Inside your heart erupts
An explosion pleasure pain and lusts
Euphoric highs fall to a crashing crush
Until purity catches eyes, filling you wholly
With delight, the stars shine now a little brighter
Inspiring waves of a changing life

Without a second you, you reawake
On your feet, back where you stood
Upon the mountain, the crust, the cracks
At your feet, the orange pink blue and green
A changed man triumphant,
With a land ahead and a world at his feet