Flower Soft, Mountain Tall

A heart that cries out to sing a name fair,
Echoing off sides of the mountain tops,
To birds and cloud above it reach so far,
May it stretch to heavens and cease it not.
A bird, a bird soaring high yet so near,
Feathers like silk, glistening in the sun,
Majestic to look upon, eyes it sear
To gaze, fascinated just to become.
To touch is but a wish, it just a dream,
A mist in air vanishing in the wind
As it come just as quick is gone it seem
A storm swirling in air about but sand.
Refuge against the torments of it all.
Flower so soft, mountain that stands so tall.