Poetry Mountain

Ontop of the world so far from here
by the oceanside so crystal clear
stands a mountain peak covered in snow
where the mighty north winds come to blow

There is a region that sits in a valley
like the corner of a New York alley
only it holds no street signs
only the course of earthly designs

Painters draw up in their minds
the ideas that they come to find
just like a poet likes to brainstorm
every once while break away from the norm

I come to speak of a place so high
an apex that nearly touches the sky
it resides in a place of oceans low
only the eastern regions know

In this place it stays winter all year
but its warm with christmas time cheer
its a place called poetry mountain 
and the words flow like an eternal fountain

It's never summer, or never spring
but I can hear heavans bell ring
the angels singing in decembers tune
waiting for the winters midnight moon

A God so far in heaven cries
as he paints a message across the skies
using a rainbow as a promise , He writes
this may be the most beautiful sight

A unicorn may be a mythical creature
but a rainbow is like a cinemax feature
the screens image draws you in
then I'm back home at poetry mountain again