She Is The Mountain Poem by Sylvester Eaves

I walked around the breeze of the wind
slighly blowing me
blowing me
I'm high above the feeling of
Euphoria
Sometimes the best feeling in the world
Is to walk around these rough edged leaves
FREE
free of worry free of me
so many disapprove
as she touches me
nothing moves
except my skin tearing
a piece of my soul naked
the ridges in the water shake
Vigorously
one eye looks over the edge
to see her shes brown black white
she stands tall in silence
I love to awaken to walk
next to her side
I rub as she corners me
she replenishes
me with oxygen
with shade
to a place
touching deep
I feel a spirit
my body drops
subsiding
subsiding
into a subconscious
state
it feel great
it feels
Quixotic
as i smell her
she gives me life
as I lay next to
her she gives me
comfort
she is the mountain