sitting on this wooden roof once more
peering through the limbs of anger
slipping through the dusty sunbeams
the child of glen never lingers
the peaks crush my voice
mountains ease
soothing cliffs
where i can breathe
longing for the mountains on my sides
strolling along the creek of perils
living rocks around my feet
bear my necklace of thor's anvil
and in the hollow deep
the echos (feedbacks) cry
that's where the sounds still lives
and melodies die
climbing up the starway
to the vanished mountaintop
floating words in thin air
they won't ever give me up
signs over the fern sea
fragile letters caught in winds
skeleton trees ivy-clad
decoying glen is shimmering