516. You’re My Mountaintop (Lyrics)

Verse 1:

It’s said life is a journey,

From our first day to our last,

And that when the sun’s nowhere to be found,

The darkness will soon pass.

I don’t know if there’s an answer.

A perfect ending to it all,

But I know that life without you,

Would have meant nothing at all.

Chorus:

(‘Cause) You’re my mountaintop.

There’s nowhere left to go.

When my time on Earth is up,

I hope you’ll always know,

I had nothing left to do,

No higher place to go.

‘Cause I, already had you.

Verse 2:

I hope you will forgive me,

When it’s time to say goodbye.

Life, it keeps on moving,

Under this bright blue sky.

You were not a moment.

A fleeting thought or view.

Every day was beautiful,

That I got to spend with you.

Chorus 1x

Moments fade away, and here we stand.

Time passes us by, as you hold my hand.

I will never forget your warm embrace,

And the smile that lit the world upon your face.

Chorus 1x (Repeat last line)

K. Aldaya, 4/20/2020

72. A Random Thought

I often feel a deep connection with railroad tracks. I see my life as those abandoned railroad tracks through the forest which I used to walk on to school everyday. Behind me the track stretches beyond a road and continues on with no point of origin in sight or reach; a path once traveled, holding perilous and unknown truths, which have been lost to haunted memories. The path endlessly sprawling before my eyes is unchangingly as lonely, empty, and deserted as the track I’ve traveled. Each new step leads toward an empty attempt at finding a purpose which doesn’t have existence here. Each step leading to one more step. Each track to more track. More empty, lonely, cold-rusted steel track. No point of origin. No point of destination, but that final one in which all tracks eventually lead; whether this track or the next step, or the next, or the next ten million. The train passed long ago and I am left here forever in its’ abandoned shadow.

K. Aldaya

Picture: “Foggy Morning Train Tracks to Indian Land NC” by G.H. Holt: https://www.flickr.com/photos/ghholt/; http://www.flickriver.com/photos/ghholt/popular-interesting/

30. The Jungle of Forever

Here I am amidst this vast, dense jungle. How did I get here whence I came?

Green trees they reach high toward the sky, with each moment seeming larger.

The air is heavy with misty droplets that settle inside and weigh the heart down.

To the right: Fog and darkness

To the left: Black and gray

Underfoot is fresh green grass that’s life fades as you make your way out,

‘Til no grass is left; only blackened soil. “How do I leave this place”, I yell,

“And how did I get here”? My voice echoes and echoes ’til it can be heard no more.

“Please, help me. Please don’t leave me here”, I cry!

But all my voice does is slowly fade and then die.

I’m too scared to move or make another sound knowing not what the darkness holds,

So here I am still in this immense black jungle, not knowing why or how;

Not knowing how to escape from this prison.

This prison that holds me.

That holds me with it’s depths of misery and sadness.

Holds me down to that spot, in the vast jungle,

In that dark place where none can escape once there.

Where none can ever, ever escape.

K. Aldaya, 10/20/02

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://f.nanafiles.co.il/upload/Xternal/IsraBlog/37/91/82/829137/misc/26914710.jpg

5. Two Worlds

The wind it blows through these wheat fields. The sun shines down, warming the air. I stand amidst this stunning beauty just looking all around. The ground is soft. The air is cool and light. The clouds they are many and scattered about in this sky that is bluer than ever before. The scents in the air are of perfumes of angels, and the wind blows with a lightness that goes right to the bones. I close my eyes and breathe it all in and hope that this will never end. Suddenly the sky grows dark and the sun is gone and nowhere in sight. The wheat in the distance starts to fall and vanish; leaving only the dark dirt in its’ wake. Quickly it moves…closer and closer, until all around me is dirt; and the scent in the air of damp soil burdens my lungs making each new breath harder and harder. Then all at once the wind dies as well and my body feels heavy and weak. I just stand there in this scene of nothing wishing this scene never had to appear; but this scene and world is reality and the other only something that can be in my dreams. So I fall to the ground and close my eyes wishing that this world didn’t have to be and the world with the life was the ‘real’ reality; not this picture of emptiness and desolation…this world of nothingness, nothing, none….life, totally gone.

K. Aldaya, 9/21/02

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://wheatgrassbenefitsreview.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/golden-wheat-field.jpg