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Peaks

by George Hoerner

to be one

with the mountain peaks

and measure time

knowing a season is a second

an eon a minute

but never the less

feeling the slightest

pull of the moon

as it circles above

or the earth shake

half way round the world

sensing the silent snow

as it layers itself

upon your cliffs

accepting the richness

received from nature

knowing no difference

between fair weather and foul

as love between humans

might be in some future

un-experienced yet

by mankind

12/09/2007

Posted on 12/10/2008
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/10/08 at 03:28 PM

This one really moves me - my fav of your recent writings. This flows strongly and cohesively to a hopeful ending.

Posted by Anita Mac on 12/11/08 at 12:27 AM

I love the entire perspective. Wonderful.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/06/12 at 12:49 PM

I think if we could accept such gifts as are presented us unconditionally, then time wouldn't matter an inkling to me, but love would be the sole preoccupation, the love of giving and taking and accepting would triumph and rule over life's remainder. this poem speaks and peaks and is one with my heart.

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