R A G E

above the mountains

i went upon the mountain,

to taste the snowy peak,

let the ice melt in my mouth:

is this what it feels like to be a god?

i went along the mountain,

spiraling down the rocky side

like peppermint cane stripes,

and i wanted to swim in the rivers

that ran down the mountain's earthy face

like planet-tears.

i wanted to find the milk and honey

that flowed inside the core

of the mountain.

but really, i looked for you.

you were not in the river,

you were not at the peak,

you were no below in the valley,

or anywhere i thought to seek.

you were gone, a voice in the wind

that i couldn't hear

because i had grown deaf

to some memories.

after the mountain fell asleep,

and i grew old and tired, too...

i sat on a bed of pine leaves

and i thought new thoughts of you.

maybe, buried in the stars,

above this apathetic world,

was where you had run off to.

somewhere, too far for me to go,

above the mountains--

you are there, i know.