The theory of time is spoken
by those enmeshed on the temporal flux of the now and then.
Ancestral richness resting in laden hearts of love – still emitting.
In the distant mountains are outlines, sketches of devoutness.
Our ageless wilderness forms unending closeness,
our ancestral consciousness rolls.
Valleys are reminders of souls gone forth.
Ridgelines channel the twist of temperaments we hold.
On hilltops, great intelligence unfolds.
Depressions housing the lonely hearts,
Spurs act as pathways to dreams,
Saddles seating eternal beauty,
in the Draws – true reliance is seen.
Mountains, imagery of mountains
pitched echoes, the Bald Eagles bring.
Mountains providing gardens of interpretations,
map overlays, and metaphors of majestic strings.
This is our imagery.