QUIET MOUNTAIN
A mild breeze caresses my face
The sun dims my view
I stand on a balding mountain
With clouds that are fresh and new
The pines whisper words
That only I can hear
Lost but not forgotten friends
I feel them standing near
A beautiful sound of silence
Fills my heart with love
Releasing unwanted memories
Entering the sky above
The cover begins to darken
Brightness growing dim
My body filled and glowing
The pines begin to sing
Hands placed on my shoulders
Guiding me to a path
Now all together
In friendships meant to last
The past now seems unimportant
The future seems so bright
No more pain and suffering
As I fade into the light