Floating in the mountains

Do people become immortal ?

When you think of them in all the beautiful places you go to without them?

When you long for their warm presence 

In the cold dark nights with the moonlight shining high above 

Does your longing from deep within, leave your soul and float among the pine trees?

Do you think the absent leave a scratch on the barks? Visible only to the one who sent out the longing? 

Maybe their memories float in the air along with the dandelions .

Maybe when I drive away, the moonlight will still remember you, even though you were never here .