Walking up this mountain
Did many years pass?
As time dripped away like the river
Pulling me effortlessly
I followed the stars up the mountain
The raven did sing on the winds back
A heavy verse and a thorough chorus
Finding my way back
Pleading forgiveness
Echoing my past
Help me wash away the many cruel remarks
I have made
While the willow sways my past away
Walking up this mountain
Did I find my way
I told you I would leave a trail
I would guide my own way
But with the many miles I traveled
I learned many new ideas along the way
The old owl taught me it is not always in what you say
But by the way things are done
Leaving many others left undone
Please believe I didn't know
For the stories I once told
Were from a girl still growing old
Not yet knowing what she holds
The wolf once whispered in my ear
That my pride should not be my fear
That it would protect me
I followed not knowing that in my ravenous pride
I would find an echo chamber that rattles
Like the caves that I climbed in this mountain's side
Casting shadows on these cave walls
I found all the darkness that I had drawn
Puddles at my feet reflected back at me
All the love that I didn't see
Has always been right here within me
Walking up this mountain
How many years did pass?
(You can find this poem on my other page C. P. Raven.) I created this when I forgot my log in to this page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem