The Snow On The Distant Mountains Was

A Secret, If It's Kept, Can Be Sweet And Comforting, But Once It Leaks Out It Can Turn On You With A Vengeance.

Put Your Soul In The Palm Of My Hand For Me To Look At, Like A Crystal Jewel. I'll Sketch It In Words.

They Were Words That Came Out Of Nothing, But They Seemed To Him Somehow Significant. He Muttered Them Over Again.

People Have Separated From Each Other With Walls Of Concrete That Blocked The Roads To Connection And Love. And Nature Has Been Defeated In The Name Of Development.

The Winter Moon Becomes A Companion, The Heart Of The Priest, Sunk In Meditation Upon Religion And Philosophy, There In The Mountain Hall, Is Engaged In A Delicate Interplay And Exchange With The Moon; And It Is This Of Which The Poet Sings.