The mountain has fallen in love
with the wide imperturbable sky
And has summoned the clouds
To shroud her face from our eyes.
Behind the grey cloud curtains,
ragged and rent by the storm,
they have made love –
the sky and his mountain.
Here in the cwm all is still
even the river is silent and the pain
of the world recedes and darkens.
Listen, my love, hush and harken –
the sky is weeping and his tears
fall on the trees as rain.