Silently Awake (And Free) Poem by Brian Sonberg

How had we come to be in this place?
The ground so green,
The sky often below the snowy peaks,
Clouds frequently broken by crags.

The place was new,
Just as we were new.
Our words, those of strangers.
Our bodies yet undiscovered.

The day stretched upward,
We were bound beyond the trees.
Our path, to icy climbs, ensured.
Our warmth and awe melted fears.

Desires barely tasted;
The given time too short
We vowed our lives were changed,
But words ceased in optical pleasure.

Like thieves, we huddled in secret
Our world our own.
Like silhouettes we embraced;
Minds and flesh already home
With boring surrogates.
They can keep the mundane,
I will keep my dreams.