Time Away

From the peaks fell the stones

into basins abyss

Their callings of anguish

echoed true – the last kiss


I read the words written

the sun lost to time

was fading so quietly

as my thoughts lost their wine


Embattled for ages lost

their armor need not rust

the ramparts graze the loft sky

In salvation, we put our trust


Observations, whispered tunes

feelings time forgot

The High Sierra goes to sleep

and I will savor that thought

3 September 1977 Split Mountain., High Sierra California