The Mountain
by admin on Feb.16, 2010, under Thoughts on Then
The mountain top high
Cold and forgotten
One with the sky
Clouds embrace my heart
Soft water lands on my hand
My body recoils in fear
The frozen droplets stick
Like a warm tear
Sin has turned my body
From the pure white of snow
My song has become a parody
Tribulation no longer love
Still, I stand back up from the grave
Take one last look at the stone
Touch my hand to the name
Close my eyes in silence
Fall in love all again
And walk away
In tears
cold
February 18th, 2010 on 11:17 pm
Beautiful metaphor. I like the cloud, water, and snow pictures. They work together really nicely. And I like the last stanza, even just the way it’s shaped like that. But also the words obviously, and how the layout of the lines emphasizes them.
March 3rd, 2010 on 4:15 am
Yeah i had to reread that last paragraph just cuz the effect was so strong. Breathtaking.