When the mountain is invisible
We walk on our memories
Our constant changing sun
Fog lights flourescent white
Guiding us home
While we bide our time
For Western Winds to thrive
To push delirium way out
For the ocean to disperse
Meanwhile hold my hand
Lest we trip on the tip
Of a stone cold moss
Covered path
Delighting in treasures
While they last
You too are one