Lost On The Mountain

.
.
While eating
Your evening meal,
Can you hear
My voice singing
Words, endlessly
Repeating rounds
Of mountain echoes?
.
Are your ears
Stoppered with
My death?
.
While gazing
At your fantasies,
Can you see me
Dancing alone on
The mountain,
Movement stirring
Eddies in the rising fog?
.
Are your eyes
Blinded by
My death?
.
.
05.11.2015
â“’Bearspawprint2015