i was fighting
through mountains that threatened to pierce the sky,
with their misty scarves that blurred the road before me.
i missed the valley and its lush green grass, and missed
the caverns full of crystals old.
only when i turned by accident did i catch the fading echoes of your voice.
i was fighting
through oceans with waves as tall as any mountain,
and roaring waves that screamed the agony of ages.
i missed the river with its starlit mirrors, and missed
the fireflies that were trying to whisper a message.
only when i turned by accident did i catch the fading echoes of your voice,
and it was
late.
