Mountains

The sun is shining, 

but I don't feel it.

The water is warm

but I don't like it.

There's only beauty in the storms.

Let lighting strike the earth;

Let the rain wash it away.

Take me up the mountains to say goodbye

for the sweet distance

from the peaks to the lakes

keeps me away from those who prosper

Take me away from those who bloom

I am not like them.

They are flying high like doves 

and I am drowning in shallow ponds.

Take me up to the mountains to say goodbye.

Let me swallow the sun one last time

before it swallows me.