Don’t worry if you can’t find me… there’s no need to come looking… deep in the woods there’s a mountain man lost once again hoping to shed the tears of pain so he may become healed again.
From sunrise to sunset to the darkest of night he will search his soul for all forms of light.
May the day begin as he starts to ascend once again… shedding an old layer of pain with every ounce of gain… hoping to never remain the same as each step sheds more shame all the way to the top with a fresh vow never to stop.
There’s a place called Hope where the Sun meets her with ease and for every journey to the pass where she lays a passageway to heaven remains open to please.
If it wasn’t for her, this mountain man would remain at the depths of the valley where he feels empty and shallow without the Sunshine on his face from the energetic force that set far too early stopping short of a trip back to where they once met.
For the next step will be as long as eternity and the healing seems so distant which leaves him running on empty. The songs of a mountain man he will continue to sing knowing the notes and words that whisper so quietly will never be heard by anything other than the tear covered paper that accompanies his heart when he watches the beautiful butterfly drift so far apart.
Here he’ll remain until the glaze from his pain is carried away by the howling winds of the storm he has created and formed. We may drift and we may wander never finding a place we call home… but maybe what we’ll find is that home isn’t a place or a thing but a feeling we get when we learn to love ourselves for everything we are, everything we’re not and everything we are becoming in the future.
If I were a mountain and you were the sun, I couldn’t take just kissing you twice a day… Meet me on the Corner of Sunshine and Hope where I’ll be watching the flags blow back and forth in the breeze as I know I only need you to feel at ease… all while knowing it was all just a tease.