bicyclingfish
The Fly
Its funny how the view from the top of the mountain looks. I didn't know that you'd read all my books. When I climb down I'll sit by the creek, in the nooks and crevaces that fill the mountain side.
There, in my meditation, I'll think about you. I always remember you. I can't remember not wanting you. And I want you still.
When we first climbed this mountain, there was nothing but love. Time and toil took their toil, but they couldn't tear at our love.
Now I am an old man, and I have climbed many mountains. We walked through meadows together, and swam in gravel quarries. When you left I cried. Did you choose this?
Its funny how the view from the top of the mountain looks. Especially when you're alone.
There, in my meditation, I'll think about you. I always remember you. I can't remember not wanting you. And I want you still.
When we first climbed this mountain, there was nothing but love. Time and toil took their toil, but they couldn't tear at our love.
Now I am an old man, and I have climbed many mountains. We walked through meadows together, and swam in gravel quarries. When you left I cried. Did you choose this?
Its funny how the view from the top of the mountain looks. Especially when you're alone.
