My Mountains and I
My Mountains and I
We met by the brook; my mountains and I
Under the marshmallow clouds
Beneath the blue sky.
We had tales to unfurl
Share words unspoken
Understand what’s broken.
We embraced serenity
Felt the susurrations
Enjoyed Komorebi.
We sat in harmony
In perfect synchrony
Nurturing futile wishes.
What if I could move!
The mountain thought.
What if I could move you!
I thought, optimistically.
Our wishes were fruits
Of our minds conspiracies
The result of many blues
And some other hues.
We knew
That our dreams were like bubbles
They formed only to rupture
And unite with the rubbles.
Yet, when we bid goodbye
We agreed not to sigh
For, we knew we were sent
For a greater purpose; not just to vent.