mountains

yesterday
was international
mountain day
but there's no cure
for the disease
of the dreamer's
the everyday dance
of the high peaks
roaming
across the mind

there are some mountains
you experience
by tiptoeing
softly
scarcely leaving a trace
treating the unfamiliar
lumps of rock
like a stranger's house
courteous in your exploration
the exotic ridges
a place
a dot
on the pages of the atlas
not yet known
stumbling through mist
damp unrelenting fog
destination unsure
but feelings
still
just as pure

mountains
their gullies
rocks
chasms
voids
rifts
their hope-filled valleys
gazing up
at the dangerous
formidable mountain tops
peaks
yet to climb
how they haunt me
in the gaps
between breaths
in the spaces
just before
i dive into the embrace
of sleep
here
a head in the clouds
enchanting rocky silhouettes
traced
across my closed eyelids
where the earth touches the sky
you don't have to be in the mountains
to feel them 
their lingering touch
the mountains
they are a part of you
a part of me

some places
in the thin air
will mark you
a wildfire
burning
with deep intention
a claim on your soul
the key to the door
turning in the tight lock
opening
crack by crack
before the whole light
pours in
left there
in the crevices
pieces of me
pieces of you

spending my days
waiting
mountains
you have captured my being
with your bold
and brutal

magnificence
lusting after verticality
everyday
dreaming
of returning
home

Malonno - destination of everyday dreams