Mountains

She looked up to the mountains
To where her savior might come
One riding upon the mist of eve
Gliding over a mantle of green

She never saw the figure longed for
Nor did her dreams come true
So she turned her gaze upon
The mystery hidden in her bosom

There she found the savior in ecstasy
Rejoicing in the gardens of Eden
The mountains reflecting ever so softly
Every path, every journey taken