The Horned Moses

Any brave, dedicated soul who has made it To their mountain top of lofty summit And looked down upon a setting sun As it bleeds the last few hues of daylight Or has braved the predawn chill For no other reason than to feel the thrill Of the sun's ebbing spring at sunrise Jumping forth beneath their always awestruck eyes; Or has looked down from the rocky peaks of destiny, At any time of day, to bear witness to the extraordinary Path that had brought their journey to a moment of oneness Such a soul has nothing left but to maintenance that heavenly transcendence.