My Mountain’s Flowers
Sweetest lips of reddest flower blooming
Smoothest petals spotted with dew
Between a valley of my loveliest love
The Sun and Moon, sing, for us, above
I desire to never tire of the climb
To watch her curved mountain peaks
Wind blowing across her surface gently
My mountain shakes and quakes
With my hand, placed gently, on her smoothest face
I feel her warmth, I feel her grace
With my mouth I taste her flowers
Honey, peaches, cherries
In the valley, my favorite place
She in my mountain, my life meant to climb
She beside me, even while gone, all the time
Many mountains in the distance far
Though they don’t matter
We are where we are
And though I may sleep
Dreams cannot suspend belief
In her beautiful flowers
That I love to eat
