Mystical Mountains

This peaceful place is where two worlds entwine
Each rocky crag a simple hallowed shrine
So high above the seas amid the clouds
With gentle misty spirals as white shrouds
Old mountain peaks from molten earth below
As the sun sets begin to burn and glow
Until the lady’s kiss of silver light
Reveals their beauty unto the dark of night
‘Tis here I sit to hear a goddess speak
In magic words of destiny’s mystique

©JG Farmer 2012
Form: Sonnetina Due