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.