My Ladies Of The Isle Poem by PAUL COLVIN

It is not just a ridge of mountains
They are music ‘gainst the sky
Each peak a note pitched in line
The dark shades fade to light
With a treble clef below
The water of this island
A pool of calm tho' stirring
A bowl of crystal blue.
The mountains dance to music
As they alter with the lights
Shadows chasing shadows
Changing shapes to untrained eyes
Dancing in the sky
From somber mood to lively waltz
They creep into their dance
And every note is picked with ease
All eyes should see what I can see
My Ladies of The Isle.