I want to hike up the mountain
in the dead of the misty fog
and find you there amongst the
trees and the dirt road
close to the tower.
Way up there, find you close to the sky
where you really are.
Where you really are is always in my
head, but up there in the creeping
solitude of the mountain,
I feel I could find your spirit
where only I could see you
without violating the laws of
the
Living and the Dead.
If only it could be so…
