Here

 
This is What I See When I Come Down Here:

A boy in the mountains

You held gold in your hand
You dipped that staff of life to the waters and carefully brought it out.

All alone (just the way you like it)
Hidden within rocks and trees.

I waited for you here
At the place you call home -

Even though it is in those mountains you know,
Where you found secret treasures and
Yourself –
Unescorted,
Uncensored,
Free.

But you call this place (here) home
Because it is where I wait.

Even though you hunger for solitude
And endless tree lined skies
And furtive fish beneath some undisturbed puddle,
Somewhere, away

You captured that day of solitary joy
Exposed that secret place
Cellulose branded, you carried a glimpse of that shiny, breathing treasure
You drew out from below the silent ground where you stood

And then
You brought it home (here).
With wild, happy eyes, green as the pine with sunshine streaming through
You shared it with me.

You’ve been doing this since we met

I am so grateful.
My boy of the mountains
Come down, Come to me, Here

I will be waiting