We climbed red fireweed hills
overlooking shadowy places, empty gazes
looking on
Mountain sheltered days of rain
poured us down, beneath drying sun
silence of words that never come
Still love is not a fleeting game
it winds it's way, a path is laid
walking our way home
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 11:15 AM UTC
We climbed red fireweed hills
overlooking shadowy places, empty gazes
looking on
Mountain sheltered days of rain
poured us down, beneath drying sun
silence of words that never come
Still love is not a fleeting game
it winds it's way, a path is laid
walking our way home
