Rocky Mountain High
Saturday, March 27th, 1999 at about 10:11 pm
Moonlight and starlight and ebony sky.
Stand atop a mountian, and let yourself fly;
The pure mountian air
will cleanse your soul.
Make you light as a feather
with a heart of pure gold;
Fly through the night
with an owl by your side.
You just need to relax,
just enjoy the ride;
And, don’t be afraid
if you tumble and fall,
you won’t feel a thing
no, you won’t die at all.
originally written in 1987
Posted in Ancient Writings, Poetry
by Lisa-Marie Jordan
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