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.