Cradle Mountain

She holds me still there where i feel, the movement while it moves while the Fagus turns and the forest vibrates neath the blue stars five and i stay in here and now, just smiling as i stare into her re-azzuring hazzle, sea-song eyes we, now, together smile and cry soft-breath off the alpine, cool and calm, I do imagine while her head is on my shoulder when i feel her soft lips kissing mine back-light gold reflecting off the water aquamarine and when evening settles in a perfect equinox, together floats surrounded by soft-whirl of olive-green, featherwings In Cradle Mountain Alpine glitter dusk; tones of singing twilight Tasmanian forest tunes of soul-flight It is where i find her, Infi-nights a'glow soft shadowy evening falls where the moon calls across the peak and the tiger snakes are sung to peaceful sleep In Cradle Mountain we are held by nature safely Calls from the Golden Whistler an entire island, equinoxed flight so re-azzuring along, as one, our river runs aquamarine splash of retro-flexion captured, scene connected here within Cradle Mountains' echoing flight of the Fairy Blue Wren i'm taken in a perfect dream-whirl where no one needs initiative, we kiss Dove-Lake eyes take my heart dancing Soft-wand of the turning Fagus, calm, caressing in gold and red and orange, a firelight, our passionate survival We are In calm hands along the rhythm of sweet embrace-wave, we are peaceful Sweetly sighs and smiles forever, Our flow