Falling

Once

I had a mountain of my own

With moss and walls and magic

And a mighty view

A forest of my own

Listening to me

Showing me its secret paths and trails

Green with depths and sleeping sunrises

Thorns that never cut

My feet and face

A pine of my own

Offering a seat in the sunset

Painting windy pictures

Arabesques

Of fortune and forever

Too large to fit

Even in a child's pocket

Now

Arabesques of forgetfulness

Are left to burn holes

In my white tapestry and fangible wallpaper

Once

I had a world of my own

It is still there

Only

I am gone