Friday, August 9, 2013

wandering (on the mountaintop)

at the top
looking down

the trail winds and meanders
lost in waking dreams of you

the weather doesn't seem so beastly
nor the distance so great

there's a piece of me
that refuses to believe

clever
I may be
magical
you are

we...are...mythical

there's a fire that burns inside me
and only you know how to fan those flames

burn baby burn