On mountain high
in soft domes heat
i breathe a trebled breath
basked in air of heightened clef
in wayward thoughts
of death
at altitudes
of near blown myths
and strangely reaching arms
of wooded ghosts
‘neath diamond skies
clasped loose
in natures charms
of much allured
kaleidoscope
and magic windshown way
in whose soft grip
i falter still
and dream of dreams
That stay.
lifeofawillow 
This takes my breath away. Thank you for posting it.
…and that gives me mine š thank you.
Such an imagery! Such a post really!
Thank you so much. That really means a lot coming from you!