Atop a mountain,
Just near the cliff,
The breeze does blow,
The clouds are mist,
A thought does linger,
An aching pain,
The distance between us,
Creates this stain,
I blow my kisses into the breeze,
I see us dancing in the movement of the trees,
Becoming solid, becoming stone,
I suppose I’ll stay and call this place home,
Await the day is see her near,
The love of my life,
The one who’s not here,
I shall not move,
I shall not stray,
Nor let the mist or stain overt my gaze,
She is my safe place,
She is my home,
She gives my heart beats,
And strengthens my bones,
She is worth the waiting and longing,
She is my sunshine of belonging,
My little ray of hope for humanity,
Amber glows of hopeful Rayes,
Across the brow of Birchfield’s gaze.
Creative Writing & Poetry