Mountains

Mountains

Let me, then, be no longer sea, but mountain –
Mountains have  peace.
Mountains are grave and wise, their heads are lifted
Beyond desire, or turmoil or caprice.

No wind may toss and scourge, no breeze may ruffle;
Far, far above
The heart’s wild urgency they stand, uncaring,
Remote from the hunger and passion and crying of love.

D.M.P. ©