I remember it as a dream so odd <br />The way the Mountain rose up high <br />It touched the faces of the gods <br />The ones that lived in the sky <br />They came down in merriment <br />Climbing to them we went <br />Attracted by their gift of laughter <br />We were never the same after <br />They filled us with divine insight <br />We hid our faces from their light <br />They asked if we would obey <br />The new laws that they gave <br />It was easy to see they knew best <br />So what could we say but of course yes <br />As they left we began crying <br />We knew that we were in fact lying <br />In our flesh we were eroding fast <br />How could such rules make us last <br />It proved too difficult of a task <br />And so they never came back <br />If you go looking for that Mountain <br />It's now corroded into lost sands <br />Never again will I see them on Zion<br /><br />Brandon Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-once-great-place/
