STORM CLOUDS
Love is a mountain that starts as a plain
And graduates upwards to end in a peak;
O' could we stay there the world far below
But, rocky and dangerous the paths where we go.
Green velvet mountain sunlit and warm,
The summit to rest on after the climb;
Harnessed together, secure in our love,
Oblivious to storm clouds that gather above.
Mist covered mountain silent and damp;
Hidden the secret ravine where we kissed;
Wet are my eyes from the teardrops that fall
To blot out your memory, for once and for all.
Snow covered mountain bitter and bleak,
Reflecting the feelings I have in my heart;
Icy winds sweeping the peak standing tall,
Making a slippery slope for a fall.
Cruel, unyielding mountain, I stand at your foot
And look upwards and curse you for bringing me down;
I traversed your pathways, I drank at your bourn,
But the path, like love, crumbled, destroyed in the storm.
Copyright Lily Driver 1991