Dulcius Ex Asperis

There lies before my eyes a soaring mountain, For certain at the top there is a view, A sight I’ve seen before the falling curtain, Of chapter and of life that I once knew. Perhaps I long to see a new horizon, So far beyond the looming pile and peak, And yet it seems to border on delusion, As truth of lassitude begins to speak. What heart and strength that bore me ever forward, Reminds me still of ceaseless strain to bear, That I could earn a future unencumbered, No longer to endure or to repair. And so as every step engraves behind me, Another page of epic on my soul, And every wall ahead that falls before me, Assumes its place as saga on the scroll, Pray stars above would guide towards the summit, A life far past the edge of spread too thin, And gentle wind would echo to the sonnet, “Dulcius ex asperis” from within.