Once there was a mountain babe
who climbed from mother’s womb.
He was born into a mountainless land
while the flowers were in bloom.

Once there was a mountain boy
who climbed his father’s side.
He stood upon his father’s shoulders
and met the crown with pride.

Once there was a mountain youth
who scaled the tallest trees.
He gazed upon the openness
and found no mountains within reach.

Once there was a mountain man
who dreamt of higher peaks.
He would have sought the mountain tops
if it were not for the children at his feet.

Once there was a mountain elder
now too old to make the climb.
He settled near the tallest trees
it was just the right incline.

We spoke the words in melody
as thoughts raced through our heads.
Like the singing of some raging sea,
was the screaming in our chests.

Your words are like a symphony,
your beauty none can test.
Like a bringing back to life, it seems,
is the vision of what’s next.

These words are but a passing gleam,
our hearts are something else.
Like the stealing of some child’s sleep,
you take my every breath.

A wooden boat too small to be
so far out from everything.
It is drifting toward the unknown –
up and down repeatedly.

Atop some black and purple sea
that is calm and still and deep.
In the background rests the horizon –
it is red and orange and pink.

He sits alone and starts to think
of the home he had to leave.
Looking back to what is behind him –
to the place he cannot flee.

A wooden boat within a dream
that was meant for you and me.
It moves on toward the horizon –
to a place I cannot see.

Broken boy reduced to think
there is nothing new to dream.
Promises are effigies
set aside to burn.
What is left but memories?
Ash and teeth and bone.

Broken girl refused to see
there is something to redeem.
Promises, effortlessly,
set aside – returned.
What is left after you leave?
Earth and sea and stone.