I stood in tight chested forbodeing br at the hem of your heathered dress br long years on from when br you did your best to kill me. br I brought a garland of bright memories br of the years between then and now to show you br See here my son is born, there his graduation br the continuing song of the life you held to ransom br for three long cold and painful days. br In spite of your dark wrath, I am, still. br Now in sunlight once again your beauty belies br the icy wet stilettos neath your dress br the dark shroud with which in seconds br you ensnare those who you select. br Standing in tight breathlessness upon your crown br The backpack of years weighing heavy br I see the rocks where once I lay broken br from one sunrise to another dawn br for an instant again, death's icy hand upon my heart br then in rain and fading light I descend your flank br the memory of a nightly kiss upon a deep shoulder scar br given I know, in thanksgiving for my life. br I see your own brown scar, a road cut deep into your side br You are nolonger the mountains you were back then br and I am nolonger the man I was. br I suddenly feel that thought I lived inspite of you br I am who I am because of you, br perhaps we are even Now, mountain.