The Mountain

The mountain called me back to her

Speaking to me in her silent language

Guiding me to her

I was there

Not knowing how I had arrived

Only knowing that days before I had longed to see her

Longed to feel her waters rush over me

When I realized where I was

I cried

Because time twisted itself around me

Wrapped itself

Turning tomorrow into yesterday

And with the gentle breeze on my face

It touched that part of me that had been hidden,

In becoming full with the wind

I recognized the absence that I had forgotten

It was the mountain again,

That day,

Saying “remember”

I cried

Driving slowly down her breast

I could barely control the descent

She wanted me for herself

Wanted me to stay

It would be the place where once I had been born naked

And now I would die covered with the sorrow of longing for this untouchable love

It was not my time to go

I would not go

No matter how breathtaking and beautiful she was

I decide my moments

Not her

Not my mind

Not these memories

Not him

So with tears in my eyes and a tremor in my being

I fought her

Screamed for my freedom

I held on strongly

And I won

She still waits for me

There is more to do

More to see

More to learn

I will come to her when I am ready

I will choose my destiny