upon a mountaintop in Spain
I pondered on a mystery
for I had never sailed the sea
how could this mountain come to be
it must have been a book I read
some vision that had come to me
a spider web where dreams are spun
a drunken elf upon a spree
imagination is a gift
a blessing from infinity
the crazed confusion of a giant
a mystic cloud's divinity
so how I came to be in Spain
is hidden on this mountaintop
beyond the clouds and stars and moon
where dreams and dreamers finally stop
Mystery, divinity, spirituality and infinity have come together to unravel the stages of reality including Spanish mountaintops with finality. Enjoyed this poem. Thanks, Barry.
All that and the blessing of imagination as well. Thank you for the comments Rajnish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Back again [from Finland], dear Barry, to your nice poesy which I missed the last weeks.This one here within really poetical rules fascinates the imagination and feeling.
Glad to see you back. Thanks for the comment.