Mountain's Crave
by HeavyHeartedandTheHardwire
and not for me but for my dad
the father which, for granted had
taken by his family,
both his sons and wife known lovingly
by the single candles light
the messages I've scribbled down
silent, they read, and so despite
the darkness of a moonless night
Who we are now, being the toll taken
on behalf and of each moment acquired
transformations take place, until we cease to be
in the positions symptomatic of what we desired.