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
Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2015
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