I want to be the heavy fog settling in the valley of your forest green
in vibrant silence and meditation.
I could climb your rocks & grey difficulty and harshness,
all the way through the muddy maze to the top.
What a revel it would be – just, to be, there,
no one to see me, even myself – all around me
only whipping winds and views of beauty far off.
I would be wholly consumed by the experience of you.
on top, there will be a white hot sun
desaturating me of my memories,
and sweating out my distress;
with a deep inhale,
of everything I think I am,
I’d exhale my own will.
for nothing is mine.
& is that not why I love you?