The Whispered Landscape

This poem was inspired by the song "The Greatest View" by Silverchair.

In the realm of analysis, you reside,

A fungus in my milk, hidden and sly.

When solitude beckons, your heart seeks none,

Yet someone has found you, a chosen one.

Through the howling wind, you quietly creep,

Laughing at dunes ablaze, secrets you keep.

In this clandestine world that only you see,

No other soul will ever come to be.

Now that the reason for your feelings is clear,

They turn their heads, waiting with no one near.

Finally, I comprehend why you let go,

The weight of emotions you needed to show.

I observe you, guarding over my existence,

From this vantage point, a magnificent view is witnessed.

Mistakes, they hold no meaning or remorse,

If regret doesn't cloud their chosen course.

Gather your nimble toes for the wintertime,

Secure a waterfall, to weathered skin you bind.

In this secret realm, where no one else can pry,

Your actions remain hidden from prying eyes.

I watch you, vigilant in your watch over me,

From this perspective, the grandest view I see.

Now that I understand why you feel as you do,

They turn their heads, waiting for a breakthrough.

Finally, I comprehend why you drift away,

Like a gust of wind, carrying me astray.

I'm watching you, your watchful eyes over me,

From this vantage point, the world's beauty I see.

Life 'o' Mine