mountain on fire

i let down my hair
and you set a mountain on fire

a roaring vision: hills in flame
then spoke of nothing but the feel of the air
and the sound of June rain
as it plays in your head all enclosed in your brain

and we're back again

I'm just a path to be given or taken

not a mountain on fire
roaring and bold
too loud to ignore
to sing of in dancing
or dip down to the floor


just a path un-burning
to be taken or given
not a blessing that happened
just a curs-ed decision


i watch for the day when my foothills meet embers
and the glow in the sky
is all you remember
nothing to speak of the rain all locked up
in a place without air to feed to my embers