Mountains

My eyes fitly set upon your majesties

by your graces endowed, I'm raised

from humbling lows to zenith highs

pillars of all ages, perfumed

with effervescent botanicals,

olibanums, —eucalyptuses sit heavy

on your breast; you, mighty mountains,

whose deep shadows never rest,

or fly away. from you, I seek peace

when unto Men, I can cry out no more