How have you been
Atop the Mountain,
Beating through winters
And through springs?
/
I have been well,
But you without me –
Without your heart,
Without a dream?…
/
I have been nothing,
You must know it:
A shadow of myself,
A ghost;
/
The pain that took your place
In my chest
Reminds me every day
That I’m no longer whole;
/
I’m sorry but
I couldn’t take you
To walk with me where I
Have had to walk;
/
You were too big,
Too wild, too dazzling,
To step down
To my present world;
/
I left you
On the highest summit,
In the place that’s your home
And my home,
/
And with an empty chest
Descended
To live a life
That’s not my own;
/
But I can’t bear it
Any longer;
Without a heart,
How can one be?
/
Won’t you return to me
And save me
From the smallness
Of my thoughts and feelings?
/
You know too well
I cannot help you:
You have to come for me
Yourself,
/
With your hands lift me,
Like a mountain,
Rip your chest open
And put me back there;
/
And if you fail,
You will forever
Wander about
The shadow world;
/
But should you make it,
You’ll again be
Somebody
Of a Heart deserving