Once

I Had A Mountain Of My Own

With Moss And Walls And Magic

And A Mighty View

A Forest Of My Own

Listening To Me

Showing Me Its Secret Paths And Trails

Green With Depths And Sleeping Sunrises

Thorns That Never Cut

My Feet And Face

A Pine Of My Own

Offering A Seat In The Sunset

Painting Windy Pictures

Arabesques

Of Fortune And Forever

Too Large To Fit

Even In A Child's Pocket

Now

Arabesques Of Forgetfulness

Are Left To Burn Holes

In My White Tapestry And Fangible Wallpaper

Once

I Had A World Of My Own

It Is Still There

Only

I Am Gone