How may we gather in the valleys then,
‘neath sisters three whipped wild and crowned with snow,
How find the wilderness we lost again,
Telepathy in footsteps led below.
How, when silenced, stardust stare to heavens,
Search still sequestered truth in long gone light,
Be the canyon, rift within the riven,
Attuned receptacles of shifting night.
How, attention turned, midst highlands wakened,
Accordance cast in near and distant shores,
Elemental fabric drift, so quickened,
Beat syncopate to breathing mountain core.
Dispersed anew, that dream, the turn is dawn,
How gathered, diaspora we, reformed.