Mountainscape

The burnished clouds roll up the mountains' flanks
Like nimble dragons grouped and set to graze
Upon their twisted, high and stony banks,
While riding on their backs the sunset plays.
The night time comes (the dragons have gone home)
And in the purple sky a million lights
Now perforate its vast and sparkling dome
And bring the universe to these dark heights.
It’s very cold, we huddle closer now,
The climber’s hut behind us offers sleep,
When, suddenly, near on a mountain’s brow,
Two shooting stars conclude their cosmic sweep.
Now through the dark, we sense each other’s smile,
And put off sleep for still a little while.