The Valley

I’ve seen the valley stretching out
a sea of green in embedded anthracite foothills
into hazy dawning summer evenings
seeping drunken blood orange skies
silhouetting trees silhouetting mind,
spewing sunset screaming humming reaching
out to me on my seat on rocky green ridged peak
beside green-edged trees speaking to me,
moving with me, dancing with me
arms wide open entwined in wavering winds
beneath immense supernova moon-leaking eye
slowly glowing luminescent scapes of rolling May tides

I’ve seen the valley shrinking
into long inky darkness billowing faded navy oblivions
escaping along empty cosmos highways of the great beyond,
far past the eternal feminine curve
of unending hills drooling over one another
like summer honey dripping into warm mystic horizons,
the curves like hips on my soulmate’s golden body,
the curves like bossa nova soundwaves and sprouting brain wavelengths
tied to canopied dirt trails weaving
winding a spine from shady blue creek stream
up sunset-beaten green tree waterfall faces
smiling up at stony foot-sewn 8 o’clock peaks,
where I bear witness to yellowing white-dotted lights
emerging from the darkness like sunflowers
painting the valley tucked into refrigerated riverside bed
by waxing white dust cratered moon,
by boundless hills cold covers’ covering spiraling sun
slipping sending wishes westbound
across the great endless plains to sand-covered coast
in midday shadow of jagged rocky mountain grey swaying summits

I’ve seen the valley in all of its paintings,
stretching folding growing bowing
with immeasurable lengths of time,
stoned on bare naked winter nights
and harvested autumn sunset breezes
and rainy new spring mornings
and indescribable hazy summer days
cemented forever in black soot and coal
beneath those infinite hills
rolling spilling dancing dreaming
endlessly encompassing the weight of my being