The Mountain

As I grow older, my dreams don’t die.
I still see myself on the mountaintop.
I emerge in the morning, before dawn.
To watch the sun as it slowly rises.
Its rays are warm and true.
Creating life on the earth below…
I reflect on my life, it’s no secret.
Mistakes I have made, it’s true.
Maybe as I watch the island below…
I can look for a new one tomorrow.
I dream as I stare from my point of view.
Life goes on, no matter what I do.
Now as I gaze at the sun.
The day goes by, with or without us.
The scorching sun is high in the sky.
It burns my skin; I can feel I am alive.
The sweat beads on my head and into my eyes.
The smells of incense arise.
It’s the morning prayers as they ascend.
With hopes and dreams to the heavens they send.
My wishes rise with them, higher and higher.
One day they will return to me, with wishes granted.
Until that day I must wait, wait for the hate to go away.
Time shall heal the open wounds.
Seal the past in a cocoon.
Dry up all the tears we shed.
So we may never cry again.
The past we learned from, is now buried.
Up in smoke, they go in a hurry.
For as I imagine my life on the mountain top.
All that happened has now gone.
All that remains is true love.
As the sun’s light shines upon us.
I now wait for the night to come.
To the sea, we all must come.
Come full circle, from dusk to dawn.
Like life, the storms must come.
With it come the lightning, thunder, and the rain.
The rough oceans tear the sails away.
They test our love, and our strength and bring sorrow.
But we know there will be a brighter tomorrow.
All the storms I see from above.
Gone are my thoughts of yesterday.
I found peace here today.

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