Max Patch Mountain
I want to get married here
I whispered
Right here
In this place.
This very spot
Makes my heart sing.
I stamped my foot and motioned
Staring off into the distance
Planning
(Not really)
That fall
All those years ago
Blood orange, yellow
Red and brown
If i only knew then what i know now
I did a dance
And a leap
I’d climb that mountain
So many more times
thru rain and snow
Thru pain and heartache
Circle and traverse
The ever changing terrain
Sometimes all the way from hot springs
(Remember the top of bluff mountain?!)
Christ.
Sometimes stranded
Frustrated
Sometimes in awe..
Mostly in awe
Right back
To that exact place
Where i’d eventually face you again
In that very spot
And you’d be mine
And the memory of us there
Will never be forgotten