I have come to the mountains to win back
the love that I lost many years ago, to embrace
the times we walked down the beach holding
hands, the gleaming sun shining its bright rays
upon the sea, emerald waves gliding on brilliant
beats, to listen to the breeze and feel the serenity
that seeped inside our souls.  I want it back.  

The blossoming flowers that sparked dazzling designs
inside our minds.  The bluebirds that sung sweet
harmonies across the skyline close to the surface of
our existence.  I want to feel the beating rhythm
of trees sway inside our mazes, ruffled leaves falling
so gently upon our suntanned skin.

There was a vivid vibrance inside our hearts that lit
up the nation, a powerful presence, bold and brilliant,
glowing in golden radiance.  The love that we made
awakened the moon and stars, the celestial galaxies
hovering in space.

Now as I stand deep in the mountains staring at the
river facing me, trembling feet stuck in deadened
songs, high cracking sounds staining in the air,
I can only hope that my love will welcome me
back in his arms, the way we used to cuddle
and laugh over a glass of chardonnay and slow jams.