Into the Wild

 

 

Into the Wild

 

by Mary Elizabeth St.Jean

The wild, untamed peaks

Morph into flames of gold or scarlet

Bewitched by the waning twilight sun

The trees slant on the rocks

Thousands of them

Listening, waiting to hear the mournful cry of the birds.

The volcanic heights

Reveal the world below

A patchwork quilt of farmland

Forests, trees, sunlight and shadow

The sky above, endless and deep

Trailing pale clouds like kites across its blue canvas.

Climbing upwards and then upwards again

Towards aerial heights

Clawing, grappling every foothold

Every craggy space in the frozen blue stones

My fingers search for them

To guide my ascent.

I stand in the furrowed, disturbed mists

Breathing.

Heart pounding out every beat like it will be my last.

My mind awakes

My hands start to shake with the joy that follows

Extreme beauty.

Blue, sudden, and unexpected

Like a bolt of lightning

Your ragged peaks leave white spaces

In the sky

Shifting between the colored trees

And the ancient rock.

Loneliness is the human condition

Loneliness is what my heart has found

This lonely mountain fills my soul once more

With the feeling of forever life

And forever sorrow

Inescapable beauty of sadness.

My memories of you are not always joyful

But I always come back to you

You’re like a toxic lover

Forever pulling me-

Body and soul

Beauty over regret.

This fierce azure land

Of lonely freedom

Inspires my deepest core

And satisfies my wander lusting soul.