posted on Feb, 24 2011 @ 11:39 PM
Ice cold mountain,
Cuts hearts open,
Tears lay hidden,
Till words are spoken.
There is no way of knowing,
When the cold mountain,
Cuts hearts open.
Just keep on walking,
Faithfully without hoping.
She knows your each and every step,
And all the difference
Between truth and empty talking.
Look at the birds in the sky,
Sure they fly high,
But when they land, as they must,
Watch their footwork in the dust.
Others walk carelessly,
confusing firm land,
with ice or images born to entice.
Were all just learning to walk,
In the ice cold mountain.
Where the rocks and clouds,
Are always kissing.