Student Submission: Never to Come

By Liza Ward

So sings the pass

Between the mountains, cold.

So hums the daffodil

Without a hand to hold.

Be it a lover’s journey

Voyaging against all odds,

Or be it a wanderer’s path

Searching for his answer with the Gods.

When falls the snow—

To conceal the sins, now red,

Of those tearful travels

Of those whose paths we tread?

We hear the mountain’s reply

Upon the wing of the whippoorwill.

Deep as Hell its answer lies

Deep in mournful anger still.

So sings the pass:

“It shall never be.”

“Weep now in the agony

Never to be sent free.”

We wait a thousand lifetimes

And walk a thousand more,

Still we have not thawed

This chill in our mountain’s core.

Come pace these lands with us.

Our hopes are still high.

We pray we may be set free.

And we pray until we die.

So sings the mountain pass,

So cries the mountain skies:

“Escape is never to come,

To break the sickness here that lies.”

“The white shall never fall.

The cover shall never be.

The storm can never break.

It is all that the eye can see.”

Souls still wander

This life between the trees,

Believing something shall come

And give unto them an ease.

But relief never came

To wanderers who travel lost.

A new winter only falls

For those who bring the frost.

Bio: Liza is an English major with an emphasis in professional and technical writing, and she is on her second semester as a freshman here at USU. She loves writing whenever she can.