Majestic Mountain

You break through the sky Like a spear aiming high How will I stand on your tip? My crampon thorn piercing to grip Into the edge of rocks, I think of a steppe I’ll hold a drop of sweat for each step Limiting another drop of precarious scree Into the slope, in a hanging spree I dreamed of climbing you, my final goal Where the unpleasant term always roll Covered with snow and cruel freezing I will stand in your shared ridge for seizing Your slope is my way to reach your top Gentler as I could, I’ll be wise not to flop In your face of a cliff-like slope, tragedy may befall To die among others who have defied your murderous wall I’ll go between your valley points With a river running at its base, nothing to appoint Glaciers pushing through rocks breaking to aggrieve Forming valley shape you won’t believe A quick peak looking down over the cliff’s edge Suggesting viewing a timeless piece of art on the ledge The peak and ground, I have conquered As a sigh of relief, fear is completely devoured Though still young that lived a few million years ago I won’t wait for old age to take you As bits and pieces of your body fall off Mainly due to the work of man and weather face-off July 15, 2015