Man of the Mountain

Droplets race and lapse
Waves crest and splash
Out the panes of an outlain home
Shadowed by the eyes
Once so full of life
Of a man we now behold
This man of glory's past
Has witnessed treasures scarce
And yearns to hold them anew
This life has taught him well
That gold he cannot sell
S'worth more than an oceanview
And he softly sings

To the edge of the earth
To the depths of the sea
For the treasure that I had once set free
Till the end of time
Till the sun don't shine
I will long for memories of thee

Countless miles afloat
He saw a mountain's throat
Higher than the peaks of yore
Pride within his breast
He set to take a test
Step where a man had not before
He climbed and he slipped
And he fell and he tripped
But the mountain craved his ascent
He reached the steep crown
And almost did drown
In the grandeur he thus underwent
And he cries out

To the edge of the earth
To the depths of the sea
For the treasure that I had once set free
Till the end of time
Till the sun don't shine
I will long for memories of thee

Basked in glorious light
And floored by the sight
He feared the brevity of it all
But on and on it went
For a season's extent
And he never stood so tall
The fluorescence increased
Till it suddenly ceased
The occurrence he dreaded before
He returned to his boat
Tears kept him afloat
For the splendor was no more

Every now and again
He looks out in the rain
To the sea that birthed his bliss
And he swears on his life
That from a lightning's light
He can see the mountain he's dearly missed

Call it mirage
Call it a folly
The man is seeing a lie
But when that mountain appears
Instead of the tears
There's a familiar glow in his eye