Lonely Mountain

Now that I know what I have to do,

I will climb this lonely mountain for you,

Each hand I place, I am that closer to you,

Each bead of sweat is sacrificial proof,

If I should fall, I will scream out loud,

I love you my sweet and of that I am proud,

My last thought of you before death’s shroud,

Crystal cube of thought crushed into the ground,

Yet I am determined to soar that precarious peak,

No vertigo or gradient will make my legs week,

And when I finally make it, to you I will speak,

Of our plans for the future, across the skies we will streak,

Gliding upon soft clouds, your hand in my hand,

We wake the next morning on a beach of white sand,

The toil we had dreamed up that is of no demand,

Our hearts being far larger than the lonely mountain in that land

By Ben T Thwaite