Song for the Mountains

Think about the sun kissed lips
And broken rainbows around
Nothing more than a charade
An endless dream echoing madness
Little fingers caressing the strings
And goosebumps to cherish forever

The cloud above and the time
Were moving with a similar pace
As if a little son was matching his mother's footsteps
Or like the little trees far away
Bowing down to the gushing wind
Pleading to the mountains for mercy

The earth around felt alone and cold for years
With brazen assurance it smiled back to the peaks around
An unexpected melancholy woke her up
From a dream that lasted a few seconds
A dream where all the ridges were singing
The famous X-Mas carols, the birds were chirping
And the moon in the northern sky started to get all the attention

Suddenly the direction of the wind changes
And the world becomes upside down
With the mountains looking for the last piece in the puzzle
And you can only stand there and watch
The misty mountains disappear under
A thick smoke of cloud or under
A cloak of darkness, only to undress
The mountain top with a notch of moonlight