Notch (Draft Huh?)

Notch (Draft Huh?)

My hands are tired, and
it always seems difficult to
clutch onto happiness

but, the views from the top of a love
are you with feathers and flight

Smokey Mountains do seem like
they could accommodate a
haze of thought, looking for
a dream and a place to climb,
a notch on a cliff to hold onto,
a wedge into your heart where
my feet are stepping up
into your mountain heart, and
where you will never let me fall
because you love me.

I hear you yodel
from a cliff’s edge;
so I’m coming.

I will find you in the foggy haze, and
keep you safe from the
mountain lions and bears, if
you will let me come to Oz with you
and be magical, but

I need to know if
you can fly

— Douglas Gilbert

Notch (Draft 2)

Notch (Draft 2)

My hands are tired, and
it always seems difficult to
clutch onto happiness

but, the views from the top of a love
are you with feathers and flight

Smokey Mountains do seem like
they could accommodate a
haze of thought, looking for
a dream and a place to climb,
a notch on a cliff to hold onto,
a wedge into your heart where
my feet are stepping up
into your mountain heart, and
where you will never let me fall
because you love me, and

I hear you yodel
from a cliff’s edge and
I will find you in the foggy haze, and
keep you safe from the mountain lions and bears

if you will let me come to Oz with you
and be magical

— Douglas Gilbert

Notch (Draft 1)

Notch (Draft 1)

My hands are tired, and
it always seems difficult to
clutch onto happiness

Smokey Mountains do seem like
they could accommodate a
haze of thought, looking for
a dream and a place to climb,
a notch on a cliff to hold onto,
a wedge into your heart where
my feet are stepping up
into your mountain heart, and
where you will never let me fall
because you love me.

— Douglas Gilbert