There's romance in the landscape

Or so I’m told.

There's love in the petalled fields

Or so I thought.

There's safety within the canopy 

Or maybe its shelter,

Shadowed comfort?

How can I know?

 

Everything I’ve heard or seen is manipulated facades.

So, I have no questions nor the need for answers.

 

I’d rather choose the isolation of dirt roads in valleys,

Then be made to feel it by those I love.

 

The summit has become an expectation not an achievement

Trails of footprints from those ahead of me,

Beckons my inner adolescence,

Confirming I will never catch up.

 

I wonder if someone will feel my absence if I watch the sunset over the furthest peak

If I allow the guilting dark, that follows, to hold me.

Letting the morning dew drip down my cheek instead of tears,

And settling with soil that consoles the rising hairs upon my neck.

 

I’m not running the mountainscape to find myself

Or to run from my problems.

I’m chasing a peace I haven’t found elsewhere.

 

Tracing the cliffs edge with my boots,

Balancing on the line of life and death

Pretending as if my life had meant something prior.

 

I allow the wind to glide across my skin,

Lifting me enough to feel the topple

Yet I cannot fear it.

 

Afterall, 

Who can fear losing what they never loved.