Atop my perch on mountain
The mist and fog surrounds me.
I see through the damp air and sky.
Far below, the mist lies close to the ground
Hugging it like a warm blanket.
In the shadows far below
Everything seems black and shades of gray.
No signs of bright green grass or spring blossoms.
My eyes search through the mist for signs of life,
Or any glimmer of hope and color on mountain high.
The day is long now
in this heavy mist,
As I stay my perch with pen in hand.
Cold and wet, my eyes still searching
Searching for wings to fly and colors to see.
Silence surrounds me
as I stand
Still searching, looking out into nothingness.
If I scream, will anyone hear me?
If I cry
who but God will know?
Should I grow wings and fly away
Will anyone care? Will anyone know?
Now a streak of light
cuts through the mist,
I see light
and colors appear.
Blackness now blending with color and light
My wings and screams fading away,
Like the gray mist from the heavens.
My time to leave this
perch has come.
So rather than fly, I shall walk
Back to where I belong with family and friends.
All the people I love and who love me,
Know not of my perch atop mountain high,
Yet their love and light guide my searching eyes.
© 2002 Cindy Pannill