Below Hague’s Peak (Eve)


“She is your before, sawed from your spirit, formed before, you were an atom, she was an Eve, before you.” – D.S.

She said, “I have always been above”. She said, “I have always been below”. He said, “I have found myself in each place, you go”. She said, “That’s how I found you”. He said, “It’s a dream of clues, isn’t it? A sweet dream of you”. She said, “No my love, it’s really you”.

It could be a refraction, or a dream from our birth, climbing ever northward from the highway where it curves. Around steep stones and cedars bearing snow crystals, beneath the Mummy’s range, strange dreams of deeds forgotten, your dress a long wedding train. Carrying us both laughing, your lips upon mine, shadows moving aside from where we tell them lay. Lay shadows lay. Oh, I could have been a lyricist that wrote of wrong love’s pain. But no that’s not the way we hold each other when life begins to rain. When it pours. When the screams come from where ghosts have lain. When it snows right here on top of a mountain chain. When piano keys tumble down, sounds my love, my eternal love for you.

It could be an essence, that leaves us here, scattered among the mountains, somewhere our love lost, somewhere standing together solid in the altitude, near Hague’s Peak, so cold. Our lines draining from our hearts, old places our lives together, familiars, no longer alone. Scattering, and hovering through this winter and last summer too. The windows of this high house breaking, opening, speaking. Frozen tongues, warming where eagles show, speaking to what has become me, and what will form you. For Darwin has not made us, nor are we of an archeological mold. Petrified angels, our stories just waiting to be told. More we are more. More we are more.

She came speaking my name near the rocks, close to the high stream, and she became a part of this everlasting poem. In a haste I asked her, her name, and I was blushing. She looked at me from high above the Colorado Mountains, those eternal thrones. She sighed, a sound which is of eternal syllables and symbols, and she said, “I am you”.

She said, “I have always been above”. She said, “I have always been below”. He said, “I have found myself in each place, you go”. She said, “That’s how I found you”. He said, “It’s a dream of clues, isn’t it? A sweet dream of you”.

She said, “No my love, it’s really you”.

For the spirit that has always been before me, created in that light that holds us both. For Susan. –08.03.2020 – דָנִיֵּאל

 

94 thoughts on “Below Hague’s Peak (Eve)

  1. A cornucopia of mystical romantic words Daniel. I enjoyed envisioning your time below the peak. Great Jon Anderson tune too. One of my favorites to date. Bill

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  2. Dear Brother, you present another “Song of Songs”, a lover’s tale, a tribute to your wonderful wife and Hashem. Praying your day is blessed for you and your wonderful family. Shalom, Den

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  3. Having lived my life below the peak most of my life, I can identify with your words. Each word has its own spirit thrilling and making our relationship with those closest to us a reflection of God’s love in us. 🙂

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  4. Daniel I found this to be a positive read that is very much needed in these times of chaos and destructive, depressing thought. Commitment, relationship and spirituality is very much needed by this world. Thank you.

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  5. in my world, lost within shadows, i can always turn the mountains in my mind and see light
    i always wonder what the winds sound like to you 🙂

    this is beautiful…if each of can find that one connection what a light it would be …
    Love the music, i like that i always hear something i have never heard before wandering here 🙂

    Take Care Daniel… You Matter…
    Be Safe

    mary

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    • Hi Mary, What a wonderful comment. Thank you. The wind for me is a sound (spirit) from different places. The high desert where I grew up, the high country, the sound from when my father passed away, the look my beloved gives me, the spirit in my children. I probably could go on. I am happy you liked the music. Jon Anderson of YES has always been a special artist to me. I think he gets it. Hope all is going well in your part of the world. Daniel

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