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Once |
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I had a mountain of my own |
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With moss and walls and magic |
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And a mighty view |
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A forest of my own |
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Listening to me |
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Showing me its secret paths and trails |
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Green with depths and sleeping sunrises |
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Thorns that never cut |
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My feet and face |
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A pine of my own |
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Offering a seat in the sunset |
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Painting windy pictures |
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Arabesques |
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Of fortune and forever |
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Too large to fit |
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Even in a child's pocket |
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Now |
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Arabesques of forgetfulness |
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Are left to burn holes |
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In my white tapestry and fangible wallpaper |
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Once |
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I had a world of my own |
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It is still there |
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Only |
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I am gone |
