Colin F. Jones

I GO…

The wilderness calls;
Causing tears,
To gather in my eye.
It’s time to go,
To flee these fears,
Go to where they’ll die.
Only in that lonely place,
Can I tolerate myself.
Others’ thoughts deny;
I don’t wish to face,
The revealed stealth
That would tarnish truth with lie.
I will look from the mountain,
Upon that which cannot reach me,
And sink into its hollow crown.