Was is yesterday
I stood atop?

Looking down from Olympus

That world I marveled at
has stolen you

It had no right
I was not ready

Do you remember the sun?

How it cared for us
nurtured us

Then turned us over
to the moon

Will you hold that?
or lose it?

As I must now lose you

The will come a day you will stand atop
and the mountain itself will squeeze a tear.

Will you know why?

Will you call to the sun?
The Moon?

Perhaps you'll scream
as I do now

That it had no right
and you were not ready