Mountains out of hills
a hill of silly and simple words, yet
mountains hide behind them
and I find myself reeling
retreating and hiding
from the landslide sure to
follow
and my heart
spilled
burdened with love
regret
tragedy and forgiveness
bitterness and betrayal
And still I hear
I listen
I find the echo
of a forgotten voice
left in the
valley
between the mountains
and in the bitter winter fields