You can see the hills from my house. The view is magnificent. Winds blowing through unpredictable locks with no keys in sight. Creations of our own ruling a better world we have created. Life with just you is all I ever wanted, yet, clouds have all your attention. Snow covers the beauty underneath that I’ve seen before.
I could see the hills from my house. The sun off the cliff side speaks fluent me. Heart melts around the summer nights here laying tears around crust where the mountain usually is. The mountain chases the moon searching for the new. Floating towards the black sky further and further from the sun and lock.
The mountain isn’t there anymore. Chasing clouds and life under the moon is where the mountain is. Snow doubles, hiding the truth like a hidden ruby. The key lays where the mountain and heart use to be.
Saint's Muse 