Looking back from high on mountain side,
Memories wash over me of this rugged ride,
Shivering shaking from those and a cool breeze,
Whispers of those ghosts I have tried to please.

As I gaze into the past Fir and Cedar gently sway,
And though I might guess I actually cannot say,
Where this path leads, how much time yet remains,
Yet far be it my place to dwell on how one explains.

As the stars and moon shine down from above,
Struggle and strain to contemplate the reason of love,
Each day this ache deep inside fills me with woe,
Haunting thoughts of other's memories I do not know.

How wonderful life begun without rhyme or sense,
What shame hearts and eyes opened at last past tense,
Yet if granted one wish was this a fairy tale world,
In my wake would replace pain with warmth unfurled.