The mountains of Colorado,
Are tall and lightning jagged,
With high passes of ice and snow,
Broken glass breath run ragged,
When I happened upon a snag,
A slip and slide and ankle pang,
Losing bearing and losing bag,
I heard a sharp click, snap, twang
On my back in heap of snow,
With burning ache of broken bone,
Crimson pool began to grow,
And with my pain, I was alone,
But a greater pain was coming through,
A sorrowful knell, my heart sang,
Fear sunk in of not seeing you,
My heart then broke-
With a click, snap, twang
I guess I'm just feeling romantic today. Some days the sun just seems to shine a little brighter than others.