The Teak Forest

[chipped2003]

On Top of a Mountain...

She climbed a mountain
To be closer to him.
Her screams seems to mutate
To whispers in wind.
Cinderella,
Without a glass slipper.
She'd rather wear shoes
That actually fit her.
She wonders if white knight
Is still yet to come,
Or if she passed him over
While she was too young.
She calls for a rider
To carry her pain,
Into the sunset,
And out of this rain.
Home is where the heart is,
And warmth beyond fire,
Memories merge into present
And future desires.
Two paths to travel,
Which way will she go?
Only the mountain
And cinderella know...