She
walks light,
the way
my dreams told me she would.
I hold
her tight,
the way
my dreams said I could.
In an
ever changing world,
one
mountain still stands.
how
distant I am hurled,
One
place where my feet stand.
Business
takes me far,
the
mountain will remain,
on top
of which I keep a jar,
next to
which I stay sane.
My work
is tough,
I see
so much crying.
I've
had enough
so
accused of lying.
A
mountain in the brilliant sun,
red
before my eye.
My
mountain is the only one,
never
deserved to cry.
A use
so constant, even from the start
to hold
that jar of mine.
A jar
to hold my empty heart,
When
the world explodes, my mountain remains fine.