The mountains call me.
I hear them calling my name.
All day, all day. They shout for me.
They offer their rocky embraces as solace.
Their high peaks as a beacon.
On their craggy facades I see peace, love.
Dear one, they cry, come to us.
We can protect you.
Not obeying is unbearable Agony.
For nothing cherished
can hope to compete
with the brilliant wildness in their faces.
It hurts not to run to them- to a place I know I belong.
But I am needed here.
And here I will stay.
