Perhaps the mountains show the strengthI keep so well hidden, but I think ofskyscrapers, when I’m lost, and dream of littleboys I knew, before the mountains crumbled.Can you tell me how many pots of gold to search forbefore I realise I am entirely sure the rainbow is just strips of lightthat mean only one short moment of delightbefore despair sets in again?You can tell me nothing, because I am nobody to you.Yet once I made the rainbow for you, and when it rainedI kept you dry.I don’t know where your heart beats now, or who it beats for.You don’t know who I cry for, because you do not know yourself.You never did.The sounds around you lent you someone I could not recognise.The skyscrapers were ours no more,and our hearts beat in different hills.Now I know you never could have shared those mountains,that they were mine alone.I have tried to climb,but my legs have turned so weary.I wonder, can I keep on climbing?Even walking this new path has me dried up, my turn has gone.Now I must stand still.Perhaps the stillness will be my companion.It is loneliness I never imagined the mountains would allow.I dream of being back, when they were friends.But dreams are not rainbows, because they hold no magic.I must now find solace in solidity.I must realise cold hard earth has beauty , too.And I must carve it into something small, but real.The mountains have crumbled, the skyscrapers are dust,I have only this, this cold red clay, and when it rains,I will shelter alone.
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