My soul doesn’t belong here. The moon calls on my heart to explore a sweeter land. The mountains pull me in deeper. They demand my presence. They long for the simplest embrace of my fingertips against the leaves of their trees. They crave for the wild winds to flow through me and steal my soul for them.
Where shall I thrive? Where is my home? You are my home, dear mountains. You hold my heart high on your peaks. My spirit is lost in your forests. Or is it found there?
You haunt my dreams because I am not with you. These dreams I have are far more than that. They are plans, hopes, urges. They are not forgotten. They are not in vain.
You draw me closer with each day. With each breath, I am yours. You have me. I ache to feel my toes in your earth. To soak in your waters. My skin tingles as I taste your air. I’ll breathe you in as if it’s the last time, everytime. I write my poetry for you, oh mountains of my soul.
I will find you, that I promise. I will follow, this I swear. I envision your sweet song giving birth to great adventure underneath my bones. I revel in it as it overtakes me.
And I know, this is my destiny.