Mountains rise to jab the sky,
Her summits wear steel of snow.
The first line works, but I don't understand how snow and steel work together.
Cloudlets flood the darkening sky,
Here neither daises nor glacier lilies grow.
Meandering gushing meandering and gushing back to back is akward streams
Of liquid crystal wash pebbles clean.
Sea of pinewood knitted in green
Are all memories of walks in my dream.
I am afraid to hold on,
The pain of age to feel,
The will to live has long gone,
Your kissing powers will not heal.
When I take my final breath,
Sprinkle speckles of snow upon my bed,
Welcome in the song of death,
I am missing a connector deity. I am not dead.
Overall, I enjoyed the imagery and the subject matter of this poem.