| The Mountain ~ Ill be alone hiding in the distant mountain If you should wish to call on me but all and all I know, I shall be alone I pray to find a single fountain, a fracture within this living life Issuing fourth a flow of something I yearn to know, I do not wish to kid myself, Its only just reality... Fine white snow, and a trail to know. I fear the fountain has frozen slipping into boots, I wish you well Ill leave a map to tell the trail... dream a twisted dream, the longest scream... things you do to me, things that I allow... ~ Rain © cls 2003 |