Unto the mountain in the sky I'll be seein' you near me

Unto the mountain in the sky I'll be seein' you near me

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Take me up to the mountain
To the mountain in the sky
Takin' a-ground
On the highest mountain
Climbin' up unto the most softest muses wing woes begone to fly
So distracted by the raindrops on the window
Settings unto all that's there enthrall'd
Awakin' up like a-poet,
alike alone goes
A-ghost that smokes.
Looks real great in a-fog hat
Can match the mountain
As an invisible spinnin' man's heart shakes & quakes thru
Rounds of rain fallin' in
Notes the whirlin' ears are for
Changes that be & can remember to do; Stops twirlin' !
Around the clouds broke most air
Floods a-subject not the same
To let me walk where eagles dare
To feel embraced escapes a-glow so forth your
Ways with all mud like most places
Who? wouldn't say that, it has
Stay'd back the years
Moments frozen in time
Their hats are off as that appears
Clears & feels onwards & upwards
For far down pass the dawn becomes
A-uncloudy day
This everso gently
I heard it on high by

My strength & courage in standin' with furthers me
Gettin' there wonderin' at stories what is that maps perhaps?
Cries out should go
So, lets be
considerate
Wanderin' wood & strong winds
To see the bloom indeed lookin' extensively
& stays on
By strands outwards may highest becomes
Alongsides in all light falls amongst
Your arms reachin' now
Clearly up & over it's far too wide thru
A-width of whose shield & dies not
I can breathe yet for those in spite of tears compels these eyes until we seems
What's sweepin' us off
Unto that all's a-raft builds it flat welcomes it back inside
This way falls up steps that hastens
Slips outta clouds spins fast
Aways away around & how's about it; Oh, Wow! How? is that
Could at dawn now
What a-load of big stars had becomes down rungs
Moon's up
Good or bad forms
To forgo within you, me on a-one key notepad
Press here at the silent piano pieces
the better times ever
Near & afar
Under some enchantment out together this is us
Call'd afar
Cannot go there just enthrall'd awaitin' blooms

On thee ole trail, this other way has to say,
They pass thru to the sky
In foul & fair excellent turns
Homespun yarns for
The air
The boat yesteryear awesome under rain Seen between the glass
Where-at waves hits
radiates the roof reads a-wonderful easy climb with little trees
Sleeps at the table
That last scene
The last supper
Moonlight dances
Drains it below
Oh, was so Apple-Jacks & that's sweet I'll a-glow had afire alit
Still a-moon lightly worn may burn
A-spot brightly it be takes me to,
steps & aback
So glad minutes made us how often is very well waters
Enuff not enuff off theirs if anything is loops love
Super for your fine nails driven to have flight
Being there inside
At that snowcaps if some be clifftops places did Fall thru the rocks
Only as leaves seems
Water portals unto a-gray sky mornin' rushes
Upon it, fallin', climbin', findin', a-feather to see holds on
Grooves
Pourin' it out half empty dreams

Freedom & wisdom to ease me
Being there on the sidewalk at on stops up
Unto the mountain in the sky I'll be seein' you near
Really means more than once upon my reasons
First times of seasons runs
In a-book heavenly & keeps cool clear fields & falls kind
Streams & lines down all these took me a-many
Are the extra few things a-callin' again hours
The last moment
A-presence in this feelin' with amazement
Is in my eyes
Starts up likewise anytimes else & rather lost themselves
Dreary in-there incomplete a-piece cuts
Begets from oranges
Who's fingers across strings
Flows easier
Don't be weary

Indifference; To yours truly, Deeply
Rejoices & waits for it remotely
Got completely my own now
It's all's abouts us in hopes upon thoughts because pillars
To see on again. What's news today?
Around it, notes upon both sides
You're still searchin' on
From not so long
Ways it's been down before
Bendin' & unfoldin'
Oh, it's so swell than an artist can in
Good & bad form on
To forgo without you, me only a-one key notepad
Near & far
Float'd down will read them all & their saws stops
For the flowers we fetch on round hills I'll be free
As the clouds fly by
I'm thinkin' but who knows so long

Oh, it's been mornin' today
Really means tomorrow's sticks to you spinnin' webs
Quite forgots washin' pots & pans with bubbles with maples
Set to boilin' kettles that echoes us leaves
A-story & a-poem & this in unremarkable ways made
Sits by shortly & so stays with me glows
Settles my brains upon what's up if-ever-so much
Good & bad
I'll have me another one key notepad after that
Near & far
Really wants apart a-whilst just papers
Suspendin' there
All's windin' it up & callin' it down
Woves, Odes in the news or in your mind makes a-ways
Nor anything of Autumn wishes
On the old path-road found

In a-hard & fast rains is times are a-goin' best home to you
No contents, no pockets invent'd
In an dark hour
We push'd on going back
At an instance the wild waves will rest
Devour'd thru silence aloud becomes sure to most a-helpful maze
Wanders seems new, too
In all zones
By all levels the rise & fall from oceans islands green
On streams & rivers saves lost places sad ends there
At that last day
O'er the very last thing
Isn't that ever gonna go away
The stillness lingers on
O' my although the sun
Will always shine
Although the sun ain't gone
Will always shine thru it
Holds to words unto its flow by cliffs took
On a-great point so kind
So broke o'er the topmost lost are loops
Super for nails driven to have flight thickets
They're fruit perfect in a bowl
While you wait I do dig down
I would up high on the mountain a-silent bell thing


© 2023 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley


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