View from Bangor mountain, Gwynedd, Wales, UK.

Upon Bangor Mountain

There is a voice that I can not deny,
Coloured into the hues of a lullaby.
Denying everything;
All the joys and the nothings,
all the symphonies of the passers-by.

There is a voice that shall not die —
Whispers into each goodbye,
screaming hellos
unto a starless sky of blues.
Uttering breeze of a bashful muse.
Then unto the doves of a budtime sky,

A voice that spoke of God and guy.
Wilderness could but reply,
But it could say nothing
for the questions of everything.
For only I can know the whys,
all What-fors, whences, wherebys;

Only I can whisper “Hello” in a “Goodbye”
can speak of joys of God & guy,
& the nothings and the everything
unto a world that can’t but die
— If not for us, If not for I…

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