As dawn’s soft light crawls over the horizon and into homes,
He shifts in bed and rubs the sleep from his eyes.
To the sink, shower, and kitchen he roams,
Preparing for his daily trip to where his heart lies.
He carefully shuts the worn, wooden door behind him.
The earth is cool and crisp is the mountain air.
From the hills above beckons a bird with her hymn,
Soothing his soul with a memory both gentle and fair.
He was a family man, and man was his family.
He gave himself to others without tire,
Beseeching destiny for a treaty.
Yet, never did she acquiesce, never did relent the aching fire.
The gravel crunches under his feet
As he climbs alongside the newborn sun.
Nestled in the bosom of the mountain there waits a seat
For a tired heart seeking a peaceful end to its run.
He was patient, and so he waited,
Waited for the ripple of her name to forfeit unto his mind one full day.
Life’s indifference let him plummet unaided and lifted him high elated,
And yet, thought stubbornly clung to the soft shores of her bay.
Peace permeates the grassy clearing,
And a familiar melody greets him – the passage of a mountain’s tear.
He sits cross-legged and straightens his back, breathing,
Feeling the aroma that he holds so dear.
He still remembers the day they met.
The little grove tucked into the Himalayan foothills insured he never forget.
History racing before his eyes and love rising in his breast, he at last submits to rest.
He exhales, closes his eyes, and gives her one last smile, his best.
The wind reluctantly departed from the man’s chest,
While a respectful susurrus arose from the surrounding trees,
And icy blood quickened as it beheld a petal shaken loose by the scented breeze.
The ancient stream readied a fluid nest,
Resolute that her dance could last an eternity, at best.