The girl stood on the mountain
the wind toyed with her hair
it spoke the words
into her ear
she saw the log,
the one from long ago,
where she had wandered young
she had used to sit there
and question
and dream
about why everything was there
why it existed
Why life, why death?
She would think,
Why darkness, and why light
why does the fawn stand boldly,
then shy away in fright
as if in answer to her song
the Sun it it's reply,
stretched it's golden arms down to meet her
down to meet the girl, questioning.
she would stand to
a new golden dawn

but no more
she was leaving that day
not to know where
stood there at sunset
watching her old friend
watching her childhood
disappear too.

that place
that lay between