My Mountain

Right Where I Belong There is a fading in the distance and I'm caught up in the glow. From somewhere deep it rises up, overwhelmed as tears begin to grow. I don't stop them, quietly letting them fall and run with the grain. It's about simple feelings and the memory of rain. How the light seems to float down and make it's way through the trees. I'm lost in it's whispers, in the movement, as the grass dances in the breeze. Thoughts of dirt roads, frost on barbed wire, and high mountain trails. The day my son was born, the shine in his eyes, a love that never falters or fails. It's about hope and the smell of pine in the evening. Or laying out with shooting stars, making wishes and dreaming. I remember the places, my journey, and knowing the road always leads back home. My walks in the wind and finding my words, daring to let my feelings roam. It's been about discovering beauty in it's rarest form, and capturing how it felt. A smile, a song, this evening glow and how it makes me melt. For all the moments that took my breath, made me close my eyes and stop. All the emotion, my feelings become my tears, in each and every drop. And so it fades, this distant glow as it takes me with, pulls me in. I'm right here, right where I belong, where earth ends and heaven begins.