mountain bed

covered in leaves
I still know
all I need
the blue, the eyes
where we began

learned in wine
sweet and old
tracks of clouds
bled into berries
folded into our cup

we spilled patterns
perfect in disarray
climbing our mountain bed
filled, we belong

spread our arms
opened eyes
pine and hemlock
behind windy cliffs
our echoes, joy

not to die
blown to life
conquered rivers
walking above fire
where we began