A Love Affair

How can one have
a love affair....
with a mountain?

Wanting to lay your cheek
on downy slopes
feeling the coolness
lingering there.

Needing to touch, to run
        your fingers down
             craggy projections,
experiencing the rough texture
        thrusting through
                celestial clouds.

To go into a timeless space
         floating with the winds
            circling, caressing
mystical hidden peaks,
               tantalyzingly
                    familiar.

Like a Shakespearean drama,
      the roles change from
          moment to moment...
and you are caught up in each
            afraid to move, to breathe
                 not wanting to miss
....magical innuendos....
        as the curtain falls.

Then, warm spring breezes playfully
              tease you, nudgingly
and tiny ants push you away
   ............from their view,
you leave, reluctantly,
            vowing to come back
again and again.

Memorizing the imprint of your
beloved Mt. Shasta...in your mind
forever.......