Mountain Top
High on a mountain, myself I find.
Wishing for a new day.
A whisper...
Wait! Listen...
Say what?
"Why so much death, death, and death?"
The setting sun does not come.
What have I done?
Misdirection - Misconception
Over the mountain top
A plane in plain view.
Temples? Perhaps of doom - any name may be yours.
Make the gown amidst no groom.
I carry on living this sin. No.
Anew awaits me.
Touch me.
I kiss you.
I miss you.