A rising sound screaming through confusion

Or a lost spirit singing in shadow

Longing for a fire in the night to light the way

This sound like a falling star came

On pathways you built for me to wander

And found me on my knees begging the sky

To show me the face it keeps hidden

When the rain came it felt like your embrace

Down to the bone pierced the memory

Of you on a mountaintop

Your hair dancing in the wind

And your arms outstretched, ready to fly

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Can’t seem to get mountains off my mind when writing recently. Not a bad thing, though, I’ll just have to keep exploring this vein until it runs dry.

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