Skies At Our Feet

Valleys fall and cuddle up to feet

Mountains have recoiled,

Snowstorms wait

Our resilient pace and firm

Ground of roads

Meets us with a groan of obedience.

Will we reach, will we tear off

his skyline and these clouds of rosy?!

And lank wing is singing on my sword

With its mighty breast.

We came. We faced respect and fear,

Having overcome swamps,

Thickets and hills

We brought in our squint eyes

Our skies of green and blue.

We didn't perceive the joy.

Their endearments

Were impulsive and peculiar

We darted away, prepared and leaved

Everywhere around us the lands

Where more southern

And even now these children run away

To the mountains like wolf-cubs

And under their brow

There are blue lakes,

Restless of waves and immense of expanse.