I carry the weight of a tune

Over a mountain’s crest  

The words falling from grasp

Where wild daydreams grow

–

They are scattered in pieces

Down a twisted path,

Snarled with the harmonies  

Of wind and rain

–

Feather light and silent  

I take off into the mist  

To be reclaimed, resaddled

By this burdensome song

–

Heavy and homeward bound

Lock step into the fire,

Staggering through the glare

Of my forefather’s eyes