Been Here Before

I rode in on a dream
Among the snow and glitter
Saw my mother dressed in leather
With holsters and guns

Younger then me
On a horse with a smile
Hair all curled up like she does
Always waiting on me

I can smell the rain
The falling current of time
Every tightening yet never hurried
Along this mountainside

There she goes
Forward into the storm
Building for some time it seems
Crowning these ridges

Never looking back
Mom just moves further ahead
A horn of fire in her satchel
Still burning bright

On and on we go
She’s a star in the night
I try but I can’t get any closer
Only falling behind

Something’s ahead
There’s a pause in the reins
Horse snorts and refuses to move
So I get off just to see

Mom turns and waves
Feel myself awakening again
My chest hurts, my breath catches
Before I go I’m able to say

I’m not losing you