Second Glance

There is only this moment

Which soon becomes the past

And only a passing idea

To make way on steady conveyor belt

For a concept just as unobtainable

A future

With you

And this lonely mountaintop

With head above the clouds

This is the closest you can get to heaven

Through layer upon layer of air

We rise through our past

With the tectonic growth of a mountain

Owned by two

And even here

We are split, worlds apart

With longing sight

The winds blow for us

And now is the future

Which becomes the past

Then a now and along

This line of constant weathering

And change

Transformation and travel

We can reach this mountaintop through time

And climb

To the peak to be alone

Where the sun smiles

Where I smile

And you,

You beam

Radiating like the sun

This moment slips like sand

Carried by a sigh

And all I can do

Is watch

As the rays bounce in glittering patterns

Off the surface of the sand

From this ever growing

And lessening mountain

But as much as I want them back,

Little reflections of you and me,

They glide

Through layers of air and space

To a lonely road

In some moment

That exists now as a concept

And a speck lands in my upturned palm

On this empty road

I know it's mine

And somewhere

In the distance

You're walking toward me.