Through My Own Still Vales And Hills Poem by Red Talgarth

Through my own still vales and hills,
For years I sang the same old song,
On the slope of a cold mountain,
Scattered loosely like an old bone.

Sharply on the dark deep cusp,
Of self inflicted stormy sea,
Until we gave us each new names,
When you came to me and caught me.

Growing into loveliness,
Every bright day that went on by,
Until your eyes were all my world,
And all my world was in your eye.

Staring into cold darkness,
Standing at the abyss I made,
In silence and with lasting tears,
I watched the vibrant image fade.