The Sun and the Mountain

Trapped in my mind

I couldn’t find release

So I sped across the bridge

Left the city behind me

 

I went up on a hill

Looking down over the sea

And I wandered through the redwoods

Searching around for inner peace

 

Then way up on the Mountain

The Sun rests his weary head

And way up on that Mountain

Wake a hundred buried dead

 

I don’t want to find you

Hanging around up there

With them

 

And I never want to find you

Lying down there

Among them

 

When I left the tangled forest

I found that I was not alone

I turned to face a demon

With the familiar scent of home

 

The specter had me shaken

Yet I was awakened by the test

It said I was forsaken

For taken on my quest

 

Then way behind the Mountain

The Sun hid his sleeping head

And way up on that Mountain

Danced a hundred living dead

 

I don’t want to find you

Hanging around up there

With them

 

And I never want to find you

Dancing up there

Among them

 

One foot in front of the other

I stumble down my lonely road

With one last shot of tequila

‘Fore I go into the valley below

 

With your hate-note for a map

And a cigarette to light my way

Shivering in your loathing

I await the break of day

 

Then way above the Mountain

The Sun rears his fiery head

And way up on that Mountain

Rests a hundred native dead

 

I don’t want to find you

Hanging around up there

With them

 

And I never want to find you

Lying down there

Among them

 

Pray I never find you

Hanging around up there

With them

 

No I never want you with me

 

Lying down there

 

Among them

 

 

~CLS~

 

Thank you Linda Sorensen for the wonderful painting of Mt. Vision and my long ago home of Inverness.  What a magical place…