My own Ama Kulkun
i was raised in a long shadow
it caught the clouds up from the sea
there is a wide, white mountain towering over me
i penned their many names
only mine, no one could read
just for this wide, white mountain towering over me
we shared our morning daily
i'm off to work, they always see
there is a bright, yellow mountain waking up with me
my cigarette and coffee
clouds around us both set free
so that bright, yellow mountain raised a cup with me
when it’s light at ten
i’m off to bed, still i can see
there is a soft, pink mountain watching over me
and when i’m wide a wake
a worried face no one can see
i watched that soft, pink mountain watching back at me
nowadays it’s only grey
far as the eye can see
dad told me once i could move mountains if i just believed
but wherever could i find one
if i could drag it back to me?
there is a white, white absence where a mountain used to be