The Dream Mountains

Mind is shut,

distracted

and over the line again.

Can’t let this go;

not a place

I’m remembering,

instead,

something unknown.

Familiar,

as if a dream

I’ve seen

over and over.

 

A high place.

A great escape.

The mountains call me home,

but somewhere

I have never been,

peaks I’ve never known.

Away from the familiar plain,

so peaceful and so cold.

Irreverent

to all but sky,

I come apart in slow.

Pull me back together.

 

High in the air,

over-looking

over-watching.

You’ll find me there,

if not now,

then when I disappear.

You’ll know me

by how I move the trees.

My face

is blue-grey slate,

a cliff side,

sun exposed.

 

Find me

in the in-between.

Light through the limbs

of the trees.

Lay with me,

soft forest floor.

Home to all

who seek.

I have

such memories,

that may not be mine.

Hold them,

keep them safe

and bring them back

home,

to where my spirit goes.

 

HG – 2019

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