I have climbed many a mountain
seen vistas of desert and ocean
I have relished in all the glory
those glimpses of my devotion

few can compare however
to that view that I call my own
the view that I see from my window
on the mountain which I call my home

From the harsh desert to the south
that from here looses its harsh temper
to the forests that spread to north
blending in waves of green
That band of blue on the horizon
which signals the ever present sea
and lights and buildings that which are mans addition
to g-ds great finery

I have seen you in summer, when the sun commands
and the winter rains are visible wherever they fall in this land
I have seen the brief glimpses when while white surrounds this peak
the land below is left green

I know you in all your shades
your angers your sadness your fears
I have seen the clouds of war in the distance
and your quietude of your sleep

I have seen you cycle through the season, and again year upon year
and I have forgotten to look
forgotten to gaze
I have forgotten that I should still be amazed
at that beauty I need to hold dear

When did I first forget to fight
the jadedness I knew would come
when did this view so vast
so grand
drift into routine

Sometime I fight to remember
but only when I remember to fight

Were you not meant for this prolonged exposure
to be viewed only in memory
was I a fool to call the mountain my home
and think I could have you
from now into eternity

It is true I still see you daily
it is true my eyes sometimes see
but is it destined that by having you always
your magic is lost to me