Falling

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