Go, Go To The Mountain Edge Poem by Dillon Tarr

Go, go to the mountain edge
And toil with courage there upon the rock you must
To gain heaven's key and nature's trust
For no soul in heaven cracks like clay at the crust.
So go to the mountain edge.

Go, go to the mountain edge
Where strong winds blow and cotton clouds cluster
Near to the sun who baths the rock with her cyclamen-red luster
Waiting for a traveler to stand up with all that he or she has left to muster.
So go to the mountain edge.

Go, go to the mountain edge
Where no arrows point or soft sand paths lead
For there upon the rock fate does not head to bleed
His immortality into human need.
So go to the mountain edge.

Go, go to the mountain edge
To acquaint your only begotten hour
With unsurpassable glory and the power
That neither tempests nor waves can devour.
So go to the mountain edge.