Retreat_

If love were a flower, where would it grow?

High on a mountain where the cold winds blow.

Amongst the crags and the peaks and the dust.

Wedged between boulders on lonesome outcrops.

Would birds fly on by and perch for a time,

singing a song in response to love’s smile 

Then flutter away, up with the dust

Down cross the valleys, and rivers and such

When the wind rushed, would the petals a dance?

Open and close at the sun’s molten prance

Tapped and battered in the iciest rains,

Resting in slumber when things become grave.

If love were a flower, would it wish away days

Lost in the mist, lost in the rain, 

If love were forever, who would retreat?

to the mountains, the mountains, blossom unneeded.