The Song of Mount Rundle
for Robert Sinclair
He is painting the song that he hears
in that moment when rock sheers sky,
when the sun relaxes its grip on the day
and evening brushes its delicate hues.
The song source is deep as memory is old,
and colours are yet to be seen;
but the song leaps to the gathering sky
and climbs where all songs become one,
where the ageless song of the mountain
merges with the spirit-dance of stars.
He is painting the song that he hears
in the moment his brush touches paper,
and the strokes are notes that sing
the multi-tinted movement of the night
meeting day. Rock and sky, sun and star
sing in his head, sing in his eyes,
sing the song through his fingers dancing,
dancing the song down from the stars
and the sun, down where rock meets sky.
He is dancing the song down to rest.
-- finis --
From "Leaving Holds Me Here" Glen Sorestad
Thistledown Press Ltd. 2001
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