Mountain Dreaming

The pretty patterns of the valley
Are the order of the tribes,
With neatly packed parcels
Of the people and their lives.

All wrapped firmly and securely
In the wooded arms of the hills,
The place of people is safe and sure
From the mountains and their wills.

For the valleys and the coastlines
Provide our every need,
From the bookshelf and the cooking fire
To our family and our creed.

So people of the star-filled place
From the valley’s ordered length,
Find room in your wandering hearts
For your dreaming, and it’s strength.

And yet when we take a moment
To breathe the seaside breeze,
Or lift our blinkered eyes
To the place above the trees.

The sea will spray us
With her diamonds salty white,
And the mountains roll a fog
Down from the cold as crystal night.

To touch us with the very wilderness
And stir us from our haste,
So our hearts cry to go wandering
To find the dreaming place.

So people of this star filled place,
From the valley’s ordered length,
Find room in your wandering hearts
For your dreaming, and it’s strength.

Way above the ragged spurs
In the belly of the clouds,
You’ll meet the master of the patterns
As the Dream-Spinner, spins her charms

To take you one a journey
Through time at another pace,
To show your wandering heart
The mountain dreaming place.

Where the mountain air and stars
Will light your darkest part,
Then land you softly in the valley
With the dreaming in your heart.

So people of the star filled place,
From the valley’s ordered length,
Find room in your wandering hearts,
For your dreaming and it’s strength.

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