No More Mountains

I wish there were more mountaintops 

That we could scale together.

We crossed so many peaks and valleys

In our precious time.

No obstacle could block our path,

No worries of the weather.

We dared the lightening and the winds

Collecting memories in our prime.

 

Though mountains turned to rolling hills

In our lounging later years,

Still we strolled them

Hand in hand

Gazing at the sunset’s fade.

 

When at last the path became

Too difficult for you to bear

We rested in our solitude and

Held each other unafraid.

 

Now you rest o higher ground

In rapture’s paradigm.

No more heartache. No more pain.

No more mountains left to climb.