Tell it to the Mountain

Tell it to the Mountain

Lisa Zaran

Once again we are alone.
You think and I articulate with
my hands. You sing and
blood singes through my veins.
You have dreams and I can't,
for the life of me, fall asleep.

What is it called, that knowing,
to anyone else would be a mystery?
Now what is it we share, if not
something emotional, perhaps
mythical, I'm not sure.

Perhaps we should tell it to the mountain.
The flaw of my words,
the flaw of my heart,
but at least my love is real.