in the mountains pondering the age of rocks pondering the timeless silence of their nights true darkness save the same moonlight you've seen from rooftops and the wind that mysterious wayward dancing gypsy wind that breathes a song onto your flesh and you are alive in the morning waking to the enormous sun that always waiting for an end doomed to burn out warm wonderous sun sharing your same fate you would like to tell her that you are gracious for this but you have also been the center of some universe and the stars ever since have longed to revolve around you