Holes In My Shoes

A Mountain forever stands over me, holding a treasure she wont set free Deep in her heart beats a flame, the organ of life pumps into veins Boating the breeze blowing through caves, passing the bones of work weary slaves Working a trail through darkness and fright, playing her game, long into night The treasure I seek isn’t of gold, not of this world, and nothing you’ll hold This precious gift I seek to find, a poets heart that flows divine Seeking forever in this poets hand, I’ll walk to never, as my shoes fill with sand