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Dreaming of visions that inspire clear thought and reward serenity, complete and soulful. Guides my mind to a small mountain creek, flowing softly, nearly silent, over stones polished by natures tumbler. Colors, that take the breath, captivate the spirit… shining through the iridescent water. Water so fresh, cold, and clear. A scent, flawless, sweet, and crisp, emanates from the darkened indigo flow.
I stroll along the creek bank, through bountiful, verdant, grasses, edging along tall willows. Alabaster capped mountains, towering and majestic, encompass my view. The setting sun timidly absconds to seek refuge behind craggy peaks. Serrate mountain ranges, painted in amethyst, terra, and crimson colors so vibrant and alluring. The horizon intensified by fiery clouds, reflecting the suns radiance, slowly gives way to the lustrous sterling of an evenings full moon.
Darkness of night, pushed aside and left abandoned by the moons silvery-pearl glow. Illuminating my trek to a small stand of aspen trees, alive and supernal, beside a quiet, motionless beaver pond. A forest of soaring lodge pole pine, gives off the light, unadulterated, scent of pine from nearby. Shadows, graceful and lumbering, cast off and forgotten, my silent companions for the evenings beauty.
Wishes, whispered on the wind, somewhere far away, gently rustle the leaves of aspen and willow. If you listen carefully, with your soul and spirit, not your ears, you can hear them. Wishes, Innocent, sweet, and humble, that sing out their plaintive song. A melody of beauty, love, and hope, to calm the restless spirit… give pause to a troubled soul.
The grandeur of a resplendent moon, reflected on the surface of the water, complete with it’s slate craters. The face of a compassionate night sky, welcoming all and giving comfort to tired spirits of daylights torment and struggle. Softly, the nocturnal activities of a resident beaver, sends ripples across the surface, bending and contorting the vision. Humbling to me… even the eminence of this celestial master is manipulated by the innocent intentions of a peaceful mountain citizen.
Serenity resides in this vision of nighttime mountain solitude. Rewarding my dreams, and stimulating my creativity. These are the moments I live for, lust for, and would happily spend the rest of my life searching for.
The Artist Challenge is premiering Challenge 14 - Moon River, August 1, 2009. As an undeserving member of that group of unbelievably talented people, this piece is done to commemorate and promote their work. Please visit the challenge, browse and enjoy the works displayed there. I did submit a poem for the challenge, it will be displayed with their wondrous art work. I’ll also publish it on my other site, Ruminations of a Small Town Mountain Boy.