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