i look out at the blue harbour. the sun is a melting apricot behind mountains i donít know the location of. imagine, being able to see mountains from an island so far from the shore, thatís how big they are. i look out at the mountains and i wonder if theyíre the same ones dividing you from me, i wonder if youíre on the other side. i think about how iíd climb them just to get to you, up and over the top so i could fall down into the valley of your arms. i think of mountain meadows and the butterflies that rest there like the butterflies that dance in my stomach when i think about your eyes, your mouth, the way you sing in my ear. i think of the flowers beneath the butterflies in the mountain meadows that are bright and beautiful just like you are. sometimes i think about how i want to swim across the straight that divides me from the mountains that divide me from you to meet you somewhere among them, in the sun, on the top of the mountain so i can kiss you beneath the biggest sky and yell to the clouds and the sun and the echoing mountains that i love you, i love you so much i could explode with the feeling of it, i could throw myself off the mountain and die happy.