Won't you come with me
Wrote for a lost love
The mountains speak
Call for me by name
Their jagged tones
Hushed by blanketed snow
The silence of the gelid tundra
Carries echoed welcoming calls
The heart speaks
Calls for you by name
This thunderous beat
Neverending
The blue sky above proclaims: return!
Stone faces stand illuminated in the sun
Glimmering silver spotlights
Virid pine needles frenzy
Shifting in the winds of reconciliation
Won’t you come with me
Don’t ask; take my hand
Our path is flanked by rustling unknowns
Yet we’re safe beneath the evergreen canopy
Our hearts-the compass be our guide
The peak will allow me to roam alone
But you and I could call this land home
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