the mountains i called home

poetry to warm the soul

Looking up the river,
to the mountains I called my home.
I made it my own,
my heart lays there,
in the shadows of the trees.
tears run along the stones,
a seemingly endless flow
and somehow, someway,
I must face the world,
knowing I left my heart there.
scattered in sweet sorrows,
this is our time
as if I never walked away – 
looking up the river
to the mountains I called my home.