The Mountains Are Mine

I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue
The foreboding that worse lay in the dregs
As I await some Stroke of Doom
From a corner of this weeping earth
My thoughts unfold onto this world
And leave me cowering for refuge
From torment and pain
In silence I weep
For lost memories so deep
That I have torn all ties
With the physical
So let me build a wooden bridge
To the moon
And I will rip the heavens apart
With my thoughts and my anguish.

Linger in forgotten mountains all alone
Cold beneath the moon
Seek me and you'll find me
Licking dirt from the ground.

Mountains are mine
Foundations of fine wine
Never will you find
For they are buried in my mind
In silence I weep
My loneliness so deep
For they are buried in time
Realised in your mind.

Overwhelming anguish
Seeps through these veins
Turning my blood to ice
Never to flow again
Under innumerable stars
In vivid brightness
My mind was naked for all to pick
Now free to roam
Across the jagged pieces (of heaven)
Wrapping myself round pieces (of heaven)
Thoughts start to creep
Around my heart
In vivid brightness
In vivid darkness.

The cold night draws in and the children are skulking
With fear of reprisal, but the Mountains are Mine.