Dreams

He lives for the unseen
And waits for the brittle muse
To shine in the night sky,
Aches to live
Being remembered for something.

He wants to scale the mountain,
Searching secrets no one's seen.
And grapple upwards hard stone to stone,
To the darkness of the deepness.

Vanishing away between the thighs
Of the mountain, curious if someone would
Look for him, desperate to find his body
Promise of the return.
~Dave~
7 October 2004