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You Are The Wilderness



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oh how
the snow is cold
in tall Montana...
mountain's high and
mountain's deep

a man could get lost out in Montana
like brother you seem lost now to me
I wonder how you will keep
safe where you are

I call to you with my heart
in the waking hours and in my dreams
I do no know if you can hear me
calling
even if my voice echoed through
the mountain passes

why does a man
want to get so lost in all
this wilderness and snow
where the woods are so thick
no daylight shows

you are hidden in a place
I can not see you
from above nor from a distance
not even in my mind's eye

you are snubbed out by the miles and
dwarfed by the vastness all that
swallows and surrounds you
and the days and weeks that continue
to go by

why have you become a human needle
in a haystack?
do I have to believe we may never
share daylight again
you will disappear like a trail
in deep lonesome timber or lost
high along the mountain switchbacks.


you keep moving, flowing
a western wild River
the Little Big Horn or the Galatin
I cannot catch you
the last drops of you sift in the sieves of
my fingertips
 
you have at last become the wildness itself
lost brother
the rushing water of you
wild
unnameable
un-claimable

always moving on.



Copyright November 25, 2014 8:15 a.m. All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Meloo/Melissa A Howells STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD copyrighted site
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