It is not a void, but something

When I think of mountains
I think of you
Making you appear
In my head
Listen
I'm as close
As the first man trying to make a fire

That flower
Isn't the right color for you
It grows and crushes all living things
Until the clouds slip away
And you won't be able to stretch your hands

Fingers
So delicate
Creating a void
Where your heart is
Movements
So loud and cruel
Like Leveche painting the desert dry

You were once like them
Marching as a glowing soldier
Creating another vessel
Glorious
Yet so at loss
Tell me
Was it worth it?

I tried my best to reciprocate
Took my time to understand
Why is it
That all, that perceives
Are no more
Than storks
Stumbling through on a snowy path

Meaning
Focus
Conscious
Where will you go?