Climbing Mountains
I will think of you on mountains, proud
and pure, reaching for the next step
up and the next. In this way I will
think of you, proud and
pure, reaching.
I think of you on the summit of
mountains you reached and
from your lips in my
mind I can hear a
sound like an
animal cry,
proud and pure.
In my mind I see you reaching.
In this way I think of you.
On the moutains
you climbed.