Atop a mountain
Cold weather
I shiver, I shiver.
A sun sets
With golden gates
To enter us into the night.
I whisper,
“I need you, I need you”.
But you could not hear me.

For, the mountain was wrapped in trees,
That ate every word I breathe.
The roots claimed our feet
Grounded us to retreat.
As the golden gates deplete
I whispered, “I need you”.
But you could not hear me.

Atop a mountain  
Cold weather
I shiver, I shiver
I am grounded by your greed.
As I watched the golden gates drown into the night.
I whispered, “ I don’t need you”.