Beyond the Veil

Walk straight up that mountain past the sweltering heat of summer The valley fades below The snowy peaks draw nearer Lupine everywhere, light in the air The only sounds are the bells of free roaming cows Even here, linen dries on the line With lunch laid out on the worn wooden table Old songs and stories, cups of moonshine Carry this day into evening and beyond Perfumer(s): Max Turk Notes: citrus, alpine wildflowers, palo santo, antique wardrobe, moonshine