The good mountain

As I climb up the bendy shadow in the moonlight

I think about what are you feeling when I climb uphill.

I strut down hoping my leaving brings you happiness

I trot home and all I am thinking about is what you are feeling.

Is my walking over you making you feel your heart beat?

The next day I get up to go say hello to the mountain at the top

I sit up there for the whole day and night talking to you, bringing a sense of peace.

I fall asleep.

Not realising that I am asleep I have weird dreams that the mountain has come alive taking on human-like features.

I wake with a start, scared, shivering all over, relieved to realise it was only a dream.