Return

All these years i could give
you the poetry of burnt tyres
chimney smoke, and a dawn
that stole the glory of the sun.

I remember the monastery,
the lamas, their prayer flags
the mountain girl who paid 
the cost of our love by sacrificing her
only earring and i remember
the Sun's passionate embrace
with the mountain peaks as a lively
orange exploded in silent scream.

Today i return to my blue mountain
I return home..