Amy Grace Lam
I saw a mountain (a mountain to climb).
Climbed the mountain (the mountain i saw).
And sat with the mountain (the mountain i climbed).
I sat, and sat, and sat.
Waiting for my vision, waiting for a dream, waiting for the truth.
And then came a storm.
It shook the mountain (the one i did climb),
made the wind to howl (so I could not see),
and made me to shiver (on the ground i did sit).
Then a voice called from the sky saying,
FALL INTO ME
And I said I cannot.
FALL INTO ME
And I said I am scared.
FALL INTO ME
And I slowly began to open.
I opened my arms to embrace the voice that called from the sky.
I fell, and fell, and fell.
Waking (that is from my vision),
I found myself (that is in a dream),
floating in the ocean (that is of truth).
And below me
under the silhouette
of a shimmering cellophane of water,
stood the shadow of my dear summit (that is the mountain I climbed).