Spill me o’er the crystal falls where eons stretch to hold!
Kindly beckon courage from the iron will in stories told!
Grant me one last flight on wings above the alpine valleys low!
Spill my heart between the seams where mountain shadowed waters flow!
Dance my spirit o’er stormy tops in fields of azure skies!
Dash the color from the wounds there left beneath these fading eyes!
For all that I experience,
I am the subtle cause!
For all that I endure through life,
still grows a purpose from the loss!
Oh! Bathe me white in frozen streams!
Echo hearts’ resplendent joys!
Although I’ll leave as silvered man,
I lived here as a boy!
jaybluepoems 
Nice ending, living here as a boy although a silvered man.
Thanks Frank!
There is a kind of Victorian abundance here that I enjoyed.
Thank you
I love the parting feel emoted here and the colour and vibrancy you paint with. The stanza before last is superb. Thanks for dropping by at dVerse.
Thank you Paul
“Although I’ll leave as silvered man,
I lived here as a boy!”…..Love this.
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This is somehow reminiscent of poems written eons ago. I love it! I shall look for your blog to read more.
Thanks Bev! So glad you enjoyed it.
Very nice! Awesome final lines.
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Thank you!
Grant me one last flight on wings above the alpine valleys low!
Spill my heart between the seams where mountain shadowed waters flow!
these are lovely thoughts and expressions of someone who has taken great pleasure in all that life on earth has to offer.
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