Whose Calling…

I know a mountain

that stands tall

its hanging outside

in the middle of fall,

I see it in the morning

and stare at it from afar,

Its peak hidden in the shadows of the day

beckons me… in the dark,

Like a gentle Siren of the sea

she lures me with a whisper

to her jagged rocks.

Where destiny ends and life descends

Into a deadly crock.



Always had away with words since I was a child. Love the way they dance, the way the words dance the cha, cha on my keyboard with every stroke of a key.

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