Night has fallen on the mountaintop. The stars dazzle-gleam tauntingly As I stretch to hold them As I ascend into the heavens And fall back, Cowering in the pregnant gloom, Waiting for the blow Which will send me hurtling Back into the foothills...
Eternity
Beauty Under a Bushel
"When it comes to the treatment of heavenly treasures, we ought to make children our models"